It was quite effective at inducing a mild trance, as I found out when I tested it on several friends.Chelsie and I met in a chat room one night. We ta...ked for a bit, but as usually the case with young girls, she was awkward and self-protective. Girls are so used to being disrespected online that they always have their guard up. But she warmed quite a lot as I told her about my screensaver project (although I conveniently left out the part about the subliminal messages). I told her I was happy. I would have gladly opened myself up to him if he would have asked. Or if I would have given him the proper chance. “I don’t understand,” he whispered. “What?” “Why, I want to be bonded to you.” One hand left my hair and gently moved down my face, lovingly, almost. “I hate you so fucking much, but I want you so bad.” I opened my mouth to ask why he hated me but closed it. Yet again it was obvious. After all he was right; night after night he watched as I basically whored myself out to. ”“Mine Conrad by far and Dolly of course.”“That’s when music was music, and it didn’t sound like someone just ran over their foot.”“So true.”“I wish I lived down the road from you, I’d not be on this damn computer.”“That’s for sure; you’d be in my arms lil-darlin.”“Ooooh I like that idea. I’m not dressed yet either.”“I’m not either. I like lounging in my undies and tee.”“I would love to be kissing u hard, right now, as I let my fingers do the walking.....for starters.”“I love them starters, god. What about that other Jenny who showed up the first night you were with Tom?’ she smirked. ‘That’s not a secret. Even I didn’t know that would happen,’ she laughed. ‘Yeah, well if you’re smart, it’ll be a secret now.’ ‘Ingrid, you told me that Steve had asked you to marry him many times, I think you said twenty?’ ‘Yeah, well … I may have exaggerated a bit, but that’s right.’ ‘What happened the twentieth time? Why was it different?’ ‘It wasn’t, I guess. I think he just wore me down.’ ‘What.