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fashion.
    “You Americans are so silly with your modesty.  Don’t
worry.  I have not done anything with your body.  Not yet!”  With that she
walked out of the room smirking and closed the door behind her.  He instantly
knew there were clothes for him in the top drawer of the dresser.  He knew like
he had known her name without a single word spoken.  She’s in my fucking head
again!  Oh.  My.  God!
     
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    CHAPTER 4
     
    They began sitting cross-legged, face to face.  Aaron couldn’t
think of anything but Michelle.  She wore a slip of a white dress, very short,
nothing more than a nightie.  As she sat there, legs splayed wide, he
appreciated every detail and contour of her inner thighs and skimpy white
underwear.  Utterly impossible to concentrate on anything she said.
    “Please close your eyes!” she snapped at him with a knowing
smirk on her face.  “Picture me in your mind.”
    Easy .
    Sitting there, the curves of her breasts and thighs calling
to him, her devious little smile promised sex––lots of sex.  Gradually his mind’s
eye view of her changed.  Not that the picture was different per se, but now he
sensed something more.  This beautiful hundred pound kitten exuded a power, a force
of personality like a massive lioness.  He caught her amusement.  Not mocking
him, it was more the pleasure one derives from watching a child walk for the
first time.
    He knew she viewed him as child-like, and this test of their
connectivity was the equivalent of baby steps.  He hoped he didn’t botch it.  He
didn’t want to make a fool of himself.
    He concentrated further on the woman who was really a
lioness in human skin, and delved into her psyche.  He sensed her attraction to
him, her desire to both fuck and bite him at the same time.  In the middle of
this desire was a vague memory of another time, a very far away time.  Shadows
of another man, but not exactly a man.  The shadows mixed together in a blend
of longing, desire, and hatred.  There was a sense of violence, extreme
violence, and sex.
    Suddenly his mind slammed into a blank wall.  He could
perceive no emotion, no thought, only the image of Michelle accompanied by her
powerful predatory nature held tightly under her iron control.  He wondered
what would happened if she lost control.
    He heard her voice, but not with his ears.  The sensation
was so much more, replete with intent, an irresistible force of command.  yourself, your mind, sealed within a steel box.  Is like a vault.  Picture your
mind enclosed within a vault.>
    He did as she instructed, and instantly recognized a
closure, a blocked layer of protection closing his mind off from the world
around him.
      She spoke again
directly in his mind, and he registered her approval and relief at his ability
to do this the first time, without difficulty.
    It occurred to him that if he was blocked, how could he
still hear her in his mind?  Why wasn’t she blocked out?  A sick feeling hit
his gut as he began to suspect that maybe he could not attain any privacy.  Would
he be doomed to a life where his every thought, no matter how petty and
disgusting, his every sin was laid bare for her perusal?  Who could live with
such a burden?  Could any man live every moment of every day with perfect
thoughts?  He worked himself into a panic.  In his distress, his neat little
mental vault failed completely.
    “Michelle, how can I still hear you if I’m inside my vault?” 
    “Aaron, ne
t’inquiet pas , you were closed to me, your mind blocked.”
    He interrupted, “But ...”
    She spoke over the top of him.  “But I can send to you.  Don’t
worry.  Is always this way.  I can send to you always.  You can send to me
always.”  She sent him a calm feeling, letting him know she approved of him
without reservation.  He felt that same sense that everything was gonna be okay . 
It seemed to help.  He relaxed and