It puts the subject into a trance-like state of shock and suggestibility that makes possible personality restructuring, or what is popularly known as ...rainwashing.A week in the Tank prepared Monkton for the next stage of his "rehabilitation." For the next several days, the drug cocktail pumped into his arms was altered to make him more receptive to suggestion. Every few hours, tiny sound transducers implanted in his ears softly intoned a prepared script designed to awaken in him the Anima, the. "That's right. What if she jerks you off on her hamburger and then eats it. Can she pay for the meal like that?"He looked at my face and had to see my anguish. I met his eyes, mine pleading for him to say no. But he nodded yes."Oh, and it's a special order," Jennifer said and chuckled. "No cheese and no ketchup or pickles or onions. No need. You'll be supplying the special sauce." She laughed again.I stood with my head down until the food was ready. The boy turned to another employee and said. No, she's not really a nurse. Dress up, remember?Where to begin? Well, her name is Janice Richards and she's a big, busty blue-eyed blonde. Not really plump, but a little softer around the edges. Funny how her looks hadn't really registered completely back when she was my escort. Or had she changed her looks - gotten a die job, boob job, nose job, etc.? Man, right now I couldn't tell you for sure if my life depended on it.Well, I called and left her a message on what was apparently her. But, even as I told myself that I would forgetTasha's desires, an impending sense of doom screamed that I was lying tomyself.The next week was hell. I went to school on Monday, hoping that theenforced structure would bring back my proper frame of mind. Nothing couldbe further from the truth. I could not help but watch the girls around me.They say that men think of sex about ever six seconds. Every time I saw acute girl and thought about sex, I saw Tasha getting penetrated by Mike,and then a.