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jump out of the closet and tell him this was all a gag.
    She continued.  “You are now very strong, many times
stronger than before.  And you can move much faster than people .  They
will be turtles, moving in slow motion.  You are not immortal.  You can die,
but is very difficult.  Your body is resilient, you heal rapidly.”
    He was at a loss for words.  He stared at her silently, and
then glanced at the closet, hoping.
    “You and I have a very special bond that cannot be broken. 
You will know things about me.  I can send to you.  You are sending to me.  Is
like telepathy.  Oui ?   You understand?   Comprends? ”  He simply nodded
his head in silent acquiescence.
    She went on.  “I will teach you to close your mind.  Is like
a radio station to me.  I can hear the station all the time.”  That got his
attention. 
    He popped up from his dazed stupor.  “You mean you’re
hearing my thoughts right now?”
    She smiled reassuringly.  “ Oui,
reste calme, my silly American boy.  This is no problème .  As I told you, we have
a special connection.  I will show you how to remain private in here.”  She
tapped on her head and smiled again.
    He returned her smile with embarrassment.  He caught the distinct
impression she approved of him.  He had no cause for shame or concern.  The truth
of it staggered him.  She’s in my head!  Oh.  My.  God.  She’s in my fuckin’
head!
    Her smile let him know that she understood.  It was okay. 
But it wasn’t okay!  Nothing would ever be okay again!  This beautiful, callous,
psychotic, foreign woman had invaded his mind, sending him messages and reading
his thoughts.  What a mindfuck!  This is really happening!
    “You must remember I am now your master.  When I command,
you will obey.  There is no choice.  Also, is very important, we live the nightlife,
after dark.  No sunlight.  We are extremely sensitive to the sun.  You will
burn very badly in the sun.  We sleep in the day.”
    “No!” He grabbed his head.  “No!  This is too much.  It’s
too fast.”  He shook his head trying to dislodge the horrifying thoughts pelting
through his consciousness.  “This is too weird!”
    Lucky for him, she understood how he felt.  “Don’t worry.  I
am not some evil creature.  I will not abuse my authority over you.  You must
trust me.  You have no choice.  C’est
la vie ! ”  She
shrugged her shoulders in a flippant such is life manner.
    “As soon as you tell me where my clothes are, I’m gone.  You
got a great scam goin’ here, but I’m not buying it.”  He had trouble getting
past the feeling this was all some kind of cruel joke.
    He looked around the room for any sign of his clothes. 
Michelle reached out to put her hand in his.  Instantly it was there, that
sense of rightness , a feeling everything would be okay , because
she was there, she had it all figured out.  He wondered if she was manipulating
his emotions through this weird connection.  Then he noticed her unblemished wrist.
 No marks at all from having been slashed open just minutes before.  Not a cut
or scab.
    That was it.
    He had enough Twilight Zone horseshit for one night.  “You’re
screwing with my head!  What kinda drugs did you give me?”  He let go her hand
and jabbed a finger of accusation at her flawlessly healed skin.  “That is so
not right!  I saw you cut yourself!”
    He was reaching the edge, staring into the abyss of madness,
where reality and insanity blend together in an inseparable concoction that leaves
men babbling in the street.  He was about to lose it.
    “ Oui . 
This is the way of things with our kind.  One of the many benefits of this
life.”
    Michelle stood up abruptly.  “Put your clothes on.  I will
show you, our life is very simple.”  He blanched.
    He was naked beneath the covers.  He must have been naked
when she was doing whatever she did to him.  She smiled and patted his hand in
a motherly