Mind controlled sexiness doubly so, I do have a passion for such deliciously dark tales.For instance; should I be watching some trashy reality TV dati...g show and think how a nerdy production assistant accidentally becoming an all-powerful mind-controller and twisting the minds of the sexy young cast might be fun... this is where you might find that same tale in short form.Hey, that idea doesn't sound too bad. Let's file that one away for later. My writing is a super intelligent process.So feel. I snapped off the TV and rose to investigate. A slim blonde woman was lying on the stoop. Her face was covered with bruises. Her clothes had been torn, as if she had been in a vicious fight. There was something familiar about her… I scooped her up and carried her inside, then laid her down on the sofa. ‘Let’s get you cleaned up, miss.’ I applied an antiseptic to the cuts on her face, then removed her tattered clothes. She was too weak to protest. More bruises and cuts covered her upper body. I. "Afraid I see something, daddy?", she cooed. She knew I used to sleep naked. "I don't want to upset you dear", I replied with a little irony in my voice. She laughed and started to unbutton her dress. She let it slide from her shoulders, and the dress fell around her feet on the floor. There she stood, my beautiful girl. She wore only a small transparent bra and a matching G-string, her legs still in her shiny nylons, her feet still in her high heels. Still being a man the consequences were. When I asked Francine about it, she simply said that Carstairs had finished his MBA at Harvard and had found a position with a Boston-based firm. But, evidently, he would be taking care of the southeastern region clients for his company, and would be visiting almost every other month. Wasn't that nice?Yeah, sure. What could I say; that I simply did not care for the smarmy bastard? Not on your life; I was not about to start a confrontation of any sort over this; even if it meant that I had to.