"Three times if he started before breakfast."DJ sat back and thought. There was a reason to tell her this. There was a reason for everything. Once you...understand it, you own it, Uncle John used to tell her.And once you own it, you can use it.Uncle John had died two years ago. In his will, he'd left all of his assets in a complicated trust that made his staff equal beneficiaries until DJ turned 26. Then, they received $1million each - and she got whatever was left - unless she agreed to keep. Jenny was naughty and took it from my bag."Leena looked at Jennifer and asked, "Was that when you cast the 'Golden Hair' spell?" No, not yet," Jennifer replied. "Peter came up afterwards and showed me the summoning spell." Yeah, I was just describing what you did in the shop, and the book appeared on my palms!" Peter said excitedly to Leena."I tried doing it too, but it didn't work," Jennifer said. "I got small puffs of smoke though. After that, I cast the 'Golden Hair' spell." Oh," Peter. For those of you that might comment. The technique I use here does exist.Brainwashing uses the exact technique I have described of punishment andpositive reinforcement. The submliminal information I have written is real.The sensory deprivation tank exists in the very form I have shown here. Theonly things I have created out of fiction is the drugs Takedown andJanusin.Don't get mad...Vincenzo Saliari shook his head. He stretched, and suddenly his alarmskicked in. He wasn't in his bed with the. The plastic of her saddle was making her knickers damp, peddling to an old tree that had fallen down in the park. Consedering last week it had done nothing but rain the tree was now dry enough to sit on which is exactly what she did. Propping her bike at the end she sat with her legs either side and just laid back enjoying the sun, her short skirt rising up as she laid back and stretched out. Her knickers still damp from the bike and heat she felt trickles of sweat running down her legs,.