Stephens," he murmured. "Do NOT move your arms without permission." He let go of her hands and she kept them above her head. She closed her eyes and b...t her lip, knowing what he was going to find under her skirt. She had followed his instructions to the letter. His hands grazed her hips as he gathered the fabric of her skirt in them and slowly tugged it up. He bunched the fabric around her waist, reached down and cupped her bare, bald mound. "You are a very naughty girl," he rasped in her ear. . How long had it been? Behind her, the elderly customer made some comment in a pleasant voice, but his words didn't register.The question came back to haunt her all through the morning, and she wondered distantly whether something was wrong. This was her job, her life. She came to work at five-thirty in the morning, waited tables, collected her tips, and went home to her tiny apartment at two-thirty in the afternoon. There she showered, changed clothes and watched television until it was time. She was one of three candidates brought to me for an internship at my company, and immediately she blew me away not only with how extraordinarily hot she was, but how suggestible she was even before I did any hypnosis. In our interview she was subconsciously picking up on the language of my questions, giving my own words back to me. I found that I could influence her self-presentation just by the way I asked questions. I knew immediately she would be the ideal candidate for hypnosis. At the. I couldn't let anything happen to my son.But I couldn't let this happen to Amanda, either. I ran out to them, whispering to Corky to pull his pants up. He blushed when he saw me.Amanda didn't blush; she didn't seem to understand what was wrong. I sent Corky into the house while I talked to the little girl. I pledged her to secrecy, saying that she shouldn't tell her mommy or anyone or else Corky might get into trouble. Maybe that was wrong, too, but even if the police could understand, I didn't.