This kind of high can't be found in booze or drugs, or in the biggest bottle of Viagra.Before the close of our session Pammy the scapegoat became Miss...Pamela the head hero of this muff diving duo. She was now a dominant bitch with attitude and an Irish temper. She wasn't going to take any shit from anyone anymore, except from me of course. Butch Betty became baby Betsy, the family clown and Pamela's horny pussy slave. Along with a hopeless devotion and total obedience to me and her new. He told me to do things: stand on one foot, bark like a dog, and to do other silly staff.I tried to speak in a dreamy voice or something, like I'd seen psychic mediums do in movies, you know, my voice all flat and without emotion, like a zombie, kinda like the doofus guy at school had said. It was all pretty funny, actually. I had trouble not laughing.Well, he was looking at the book and made what I later read for myself is called a "post-hypnotic suggestion," sort of a hypnotic command that I. I told him I hadn’t and my initial thought was that the girls had stolen my credit card and used it to run up coins to charge me. That felt just wrong. I knew they were manipulators but they told me they only got a portion of the coins they earned. It would have been better if I just gave them the money and a third party didn’t take a large portion! I would have happily given them whatever I could.I didn’t even want to tell my father how I owed them 3,500 dollars for the bail at this point.“How. The rest of you can go home, we’re done tonight,” Jeff said to everyone.We finally broke our kiss, hearing everybody laugh and applaud on his or her way out. We went over to Maurice and shook his hand, and grabbed our stuff, and as we were just about out the door, Jeff said, “We may have to add some performances to the schedule. Everybody should see the love that you two have. Goodnight, see you tomorrow.”We waved at everybody and booked out of there.We’d arrived home and were dead tired. Carol.