Running hard. Her arms are around my shoulders. The wind whips our hair into a mass of knots. It is cool enough our jackets feel good but not so cold ...s to give us an ice cream headache. We lean into the curve. The bike starts to drift just a bit. I crack the throttle to power us through the curve and to correct the drift. We race the full, bright moon. The moon is winning, although we are running a close second. The vibration from the engine makes its way through the soles of our boots, seeps. “I bet he’s on his way to the town centre again, to spend the whole day sitting on the floor begging for change. I saw him with a dog last time. ’...Aw look at the poor little doggie, I’d better give this man some money’. Makes me bleedin’ ill, people like that”. She came away from the window. Alex was already sitting back in front of the coffee table, playing cards stacked for gin rummy.“Your turn”. Alex was slightly taller than Michelle, and liked to wear clothes directly from the eighties,. She didn’t know whether it would be better to broach the subject sooner or later. She certainly didn’t want to disrupt the closeness that was growing between them. When the shower door opened, she turned with a startled squeak of alarm. Nick stood with one arm propped high on the glass. The heat in his eyes seared her as he slowly appraised her naked form. When his gaze finally met hers, he grinned devilishly and raised one dark brow. ‘Need any help?’ he asked. In answer, Jess grasped his hand. His treatment could now make his subject totally obedient for an hour. He called the last stage of his now working treatment the Longtime Obedient Level.To Sara, who was the first patient to be treated, he gave the keyword LOL, the abbreviation of his treatment name.Sara had no more troubles sleeping after that. Her parents just said the keyword LOL and then told her to go to sleep, and the hour of obedience was well enough for her to fall into a deep sleep.Never could the hypnotist have.