Once you start to think about how relaxing it is to take another deep breath for me, you find that you pay more attention to the sound of your own bre...thing, the feeling of your chest rising in and out. You focus on your own breaths, just like you might focus on a spiral or a pendant. You might even find yourself comfortably watching your own chest moving with each breath, focused intently on that motion as well. Hypnosis is a state of focus. Trance is a state of relaxation and concentration.. ”Poor woman, looks like she’s about to pass out with the fear. Tears start to roll down her face before I can respond.“No it’s okay,” I try and assure her, rushing off the bed toward her. I reach out to pat her shoulder but she cringes away from my hand. Yanking it back, I retreat a step as she covers her face with her hands and sinks to her knees. I lower myself into an awkward crouch, by body still barely covered by the sheet. I keep my distance, afraid that one false move on my part will. Still single and horny at 42, perhaps I could have done things a bit differently. I wondered if I’d be telling myself that ten years from that moment. It didn’t matter. Nature was calling. I sipped more tea and kept an eye peeled on the bathroom to see who was going in, how long they stayed, and if instinct cast its veil. The traffic around the food court was pretty heavy and the layout of the restroom was all wrong. The lower level proved to be buzz worthy of what I was looking for. Finishing. A smaller cooler by the door held beer and soda pop. On the other side of the door was a magazine rack. A candy-rack covered the entire front of the counter to the right. There was an old manual cash register perched at the end and the bins behind the counter held all the tobacco products.The curtain behind the counter parted and an older woman stepped through. She saw Mary and broke into a gap toothed grin. "Heya, Mary! It's good ta see ya," She started around the counter with her arms.