"As Amy pushed open the door to the stairwell, Jack eyed her outfit - a black bustier that pushed up Amy's breasts, a black leather miniskirt that wra...ped around her legs, black sheer stockings and knee-high black stiletto boots. Her black hair flowed over her head and down her back. Her coat was pulled around her to hide the domineering clothes, but Amy knew that Jack would do anything she asked. Her interest really lay in the helpless 'female' in the apartment.***Amy had figured out Tina's. I'd found the name of someone called Dr Alice Brooks from an addiction helpline (yes, that was how bad I thought it was!) and liked the idea of talking to someone who was well-qualified and who'd probably heard it all before. I made an appointment for late on a Friday afternoon – the last appointment of the day, I'd been told.Dr Brooks' office was discreet and modern – in a tenement building in the centre of town and a very expensive area; there was clearly money to be made in the therapy. "No, no," he said nervously. "Well," I said softly. "I think there's only one way you're going to be convinced." He looked into my face again then and saw the smile. I was having a marvelously good time teasing him. "You . . . mean . . . " "Yes. I mean put your hand under my skirt and satisfy your curiosity." "But . . . " "But I want you to. Would you rather I pulled my skirt up for you?" "No, no," he said nervously, moving his hand from where it had been anchored in his. I want so muchto help him, but I feel so helpless. All I can do is be there with him." And do you think you are not helping, Marisa? Do you realize how much itmeans that he even lets you be there with him?" Oh, yes, but it's such slow progress. I just want to sweep him up in myarms and tell him it's going to be okay! And I want my magic to come backso I can take this--this curse off him for good. There's still no sign ofthe pwer coming back, though. Do you have any idea at all when how longthat.