‘She watches all of your matches.’ Sandy smiled. ‘Does she play?’ ‘She does,’ answered the Driver. ‘Still just starting. Been playing fo... a couple of years.’ ‘I’m sponsoring a tennis camp this summer’ said Sandy. ‘Actually two one week camps. Here in the city.’ ‘We know,’ returned the driver. ‘But the cost is too much for us.’ ‘Can I borrow a pen?’ asked Sandy pointing at the pens in the driver’s shirt pocket. ‘Sure.’ He handed her one. Sandy pulled out a small pile of elastic wrapped business. " Looks like the meeting place has changed," Glen said, and then laughed as he called the house."Hey, Dad. Your meeting is going to be a little delayed. I've got Melinda stranded a ways up the road toward town."His father answered, "I was beginning to wonder. What's wrong with the car?" Battery's dead, I think. We still have a battery for Sis' Beetle?" I believe so. Why?" That's what she has. Might be able to get it to the house without a tow that way." I'll put it in the car, then. I'll be. I saw guys staring at me from every direction as I walked down the road, cigarette between my fingers with my perfect french manicured nails. I gave them all a cheeky little smile. I arrived at school just as the bell rang, first up was english..then blah blah, as usual for school, I didnt pay much attention, well that is, until maths – my favourite class for one obvious reason, my hot teacher. Everyday i sat in class, biting my lip as I stared at the huge bulge I could see in his trousers, I. This was a conscious ability, not something that just happened, they knew they could do it and had used this power to improve their lives, and mine. This ability had been reinforced in me, I could, just by thinking at a person, get them to do whatever I wanted, and unlike hypnosis I could actually change the way people acted and felt permanently.My parents had educated me well in the cautious use of my abilities, pointing out that there were limits to what I could do and how many people I could.