It was a great meal. The beef and everything was fixed perfectly. He loved it and had two full helpings. He even wished to help clear the table and in...doing so he impressed them both even more. They talked and talked and totally enjoyed the “fine” company of a man who was both nice and sweet and also nice looking. “Thank you for dinner” he told Ada and they sat down. “We do have some dessert” Ada said. She brought out some cake. “Do you like it?” He said he did. The evening was getting late. He. Yes, Elsa was right I was the weakest of the group.The more you studied it and thought about what you wanted the subject to do, to feel, to think, or act, the easier it became to get that response from the subject. We subtly bent the subject’s mind to do what we wanted them to do. I doubt any of us could actually order one of our subjects, the normals, to do anything they didn’t really want to do.It was much the same way with the psychic surgery. We went to the Internet and looked up detailed. In the years since Sarah, who was the more reluctant to involve others, has never really stopped surprising me.For the first couple of years we confined out activity to holidays and other time away from home and the guys who joined us were generally young hotel staff, keen to please a couple of middle aged tourists, and I was always the organiser, for want of a better term, of these liaisons. One day we were at home and Sarah went through one of her, “do you still think I am sexy?” moments,. One week to go.I was sure Mark would read it as he had pointed out similarly teasing ads in the mag before.I was so excited and Thursday couldn't come soon enough. When I left for work on Thursday morning, I told Mark I would be working late so don't expect me back before 8pm.Concentrating was hard all day but finally, I set off for Mark's treat.I got to the cafe early so as to get the right cubicle and slowly peeled back the duct tape and pulled out the plug. A quick peep through the hole.