They all consisted of an unique ground floor and a garage, with a pebble alley and a small garden, which in this case was decorated with small rose bu...hes and a simple lawn. Quintin rang the bell and Nicolas opened the door. He was still barefoot in his pajamas despite being already 2 pm. Quintin had a broad smile on his face. "It's done?" asked Nicholas."Done!" said Quintin. "I checked my account this morning." How much" whispered Nicholas?"Seven hundred forty five...." YIHUUUUUUUU!" exclaimed. She told him to close his eyes and that he would nod off at the count of three. His head seemed to droop, so she took that as a sign that he was under her spell.“Jesse, do you think I’m cute” She asked knowing that if he wasn’t in a deep sleep he would stumble over his answer.“Yes” he said in a flat voiceOh this was too good she thought, she totally wasn’t expecting him to say this and hadn’t thought about what to do next. All she had planned for, was telling him that he would think she was. "But ... I've never said that!" Ryoko replied. Confusion piling liberally atop mounting alarm."Ooohhh!" Ena grimaced, straining for patience."Ryoko..." She offered, gesturing contritely."We can stop of course. While I explain the subtleties of telepathic memory regression..."Ena allowed her word to trail, fixing Ryoko with an expression of contrived politeness."But I really believe we should just press on!" Huh?" Ryoko started, studying Ena carefully, wondering if she'd done something wrong.She. She was still dressed in her lingerie below, picking up the cane, she walked to our car. The drive home was mainly in silence, each of us lost in our thoughts. When we pulled up on our driveway my wife breezed into the house again carrying the cane, I more cautiously followed, walking with stiff legs. If any of our neighbours were looking, I am not sure what they would have made of the scene.Once inside my wife turns to me. “Upstairs, I want you to pile the pillows from our bed in the centre.