I can't believe you'd be that gullible to think that it'll work." I worked on the salesgirl," I countered. "She gave it to me for free." Let me guess ...�� you gave her that hang-dog expression of yours, didn't you? The one you always use with me when you want to get your way? That's not mind control, Aards. That's just pity."I gave her the same expression.She giggled, and then the tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. She tugged at my jumper."Okay, it WAS mind-control then, Professor X. Come on,. She momentarily stares into my eyes and I inwardly question the wisdom of my actions. Then, she steps back, turns around and heads for the door.I admired her tight ass as the bottom of the skirt that she wears swishes against the leather of her sexy boots. I know what I want next as my cock jerks in anticipation. As she reaches the door she raises her arm to her breasts and starts to unbutton her sweater. A lowly "Yesss" escapes my lips as my cock stiffens in appreciation and I realize that. "Yes, I must say I am. Just a feeling, you know. Not sure I fit in here," I responded."Well, young fellow, you look like you'd fit in for sure. Give it a chance. It's a great little town." And with that, and another smile, he arose and limped slowly away.Later, in my room at the hotel, I took stock. I had seen so many with disabilities or seeming deformities. Of course, not all had apparent bodily problems. But I could only guess what their clothing was hiding. I was beginning to think this. He suggested “hanging as it would be easier to belive as suicide and would give the thrill of asphyxia, which he had heard was especially exciting.” Well it was an option. We were joined by both women and we dropped the subject, enjoying a sociable evening discussing the world, and how we would put it to rights, as well as having a sociable drink At 11 we tottered off to our respective beds, John obviously by now itching to get Nan into a bed at least, Kelly and I enjoying an unexpected bonus.