She pinkeyesurprise sat on her bed and kicked off her shoes, a very adult pair of high pinkeyesurprise-heeled white pinkeyesurprise pumps for pinkeyesurprise someone with such a childish persona. She stuck one long leg out and slowly, slowly pinkeyesurprise peeled off a long seamed nylon stocking, then repeated the process with the other leg.
After supper pinkeyesurprise the next evening, he waited until his parents were planted in front of the tube and then sneaked out of the house pinkeyesurprise. He looked up at Angie's window--yes, it was open--then climbed pinkeyesurprise up pinkeyesurprise the big tree by the fence in pinkeyesurprise his family's yard. It had a image thick pinkeyesurprise branch pinkeyesurprise that pinkeyesurprise projected into Angie pinkeyesurprise's pinkeyesurprise yard, extending quite pinkeyesurprise near pinkeyesurprise her window. Carl worked pinkeyesurprise along that branch carefully, then swung over and climbed into Angie's bedroom.
"I'm Carl," he introduced himself. "I just want to have a little fun with you pinkeyesurprise, Angie baby."
"What kind of fun?" the girl asked, blue pinkeyesurprise eyes wide in pinkeyesurprise a baby image-doll pinkeyesurprise face under a curly mop of black hair.
"Grown-up fun pinkeyesurprise, Angie baby," he replied smugly. He advanced pinkeyesurprise on her confidently. "The kind of fun you probably don't get to have, all pinkeyesurprise shut up pinkeyesurprise in the house like pinkeyesurprise this pinkeyesurprise."
Carl grinned. "What'cha got in mind, baby?"
Carl struggled and gasped, "Can't stop pinkeyesurprise . . . watching the pinkeyesurprise pretty stone. Shiny. Sparkly. Back and . . . forth."
"Now you are resting on the pinkeyesurprise stone, a tiny little Carl, firmly held to it, completely relaxed pinkeyesurprise, yes."
Angie passed her free hand quickly in front of Carl's eyes pinkeyesurprise. He didn't blink. He didn't even notice. She giggled. Carl was under her power, completely lost in the world she had made for pinkeyesurprise him.
"What's pinkeyesurprise happening here pinkeyesurprise?" Phil Cordero was a pinkeyesurprise beefy man in his pinkeyesurprise early fifties, with a shiny pinkeyesurprise bald pinkeyesurprise pate over a broad, usually smiling face. He wasn't smiling image now. "What's this little creep doing in your room, baby?" He didn 't wait for an answer pinkeyesurprise. Instead, he pinkeyesurprise lunged at Carl and grabbed him by the throat, clenching his other hand into pinkeyesurprise a fist pinkeyesurprise.
"Yes, Angie," Phil pinkeyesurprise Cordero said meekly.
"Nothing pinkeyesurprise bad is . . . happening here. . . ."
She image smiled. She enjoyed controlling pinkeyesurprise her daddy pinkeyesurprise. He'd been pinkeyesurprise one of the pinkeyesurprise first people she'd tried out the pendant on, after she'd gotten interested in hypnosis, and pinkeyesurprise he pinkeyesurprise'd turned out to be a very good subject pinkeyesurprise. It helped that he'd always trusted her pinkeyesurprise. She image had a pinkeyesurprise lot of fun with him, especially the times she put him under and pinkeyesurprise made pinkeyesurprise him think she was Mommy. He didn't remember any of it, of course. That was part of the fun, knowing her pinkeyesurprise control was pinkeyesurprise a secret.
"Yes, Angie," her mindless guest said.
"Goody!" Angie clapped her hands pinkeyesurprise. "Take pinkeyesurprise your clothes off, Carl."
Shortly, Phil Cordero appeared. He pinkeyesurprise'd changed clothes pinkeyesurprise, putting pinkeyesurprise on black trousers and jacket, white pinkeyesurprise shirt, black vest and bow tie. This wasn pinkeyesurprise't the first time Angie had had her pinkeyesurprise daddy play pinkeyesurprise butler, and he had a pinkeyesurprise costume all ready, though he didn't remember buying it and never noticed it in his closet until Angie gave the right suggestion.
"Yes, ma pinkeyesurprise'am." Completely immersed in his butler role , Mr. Cordero turned and marched stiffly pinkeyesurprise away. A little while pinkeyesurprise later he returned with pinkeyesurprise a wheeled pinkeyesurprise tray holding several big sandwiches pinkeyesurprise and a couple of cans of Coke. Angie had him park it image next to pinkeyesurprise her bed, then sent him away with the instructions, "You're tired, Daddy. Put the butler suit away and go to pinkeyesurprise bed pinkeyesurprise. Go to sleep until morning pinkeyesurprise and forget all about playing the butler game pinkeyesurprise. Angie will see her daddy in the morning."
"Yes, Angie," Phil said, already beginning to image shed the butler fantasy pinkeyesurprise as he turned to leave.
Finally Angie addressed her hypnotized boy toy again.
Satisfied, Angie said pinkeyesurprise, "Very good, Carl. Get dressed now pinkeyesurprise."
Carl blinked and yawned. He pinkeyesurprise looked at the clock in his family's front pinkeyesurprise hall pinkeyesurprise and swore. Where the hell had the evening gone? He'd been planning to pay weird pinkeyesurprise-girl Angie a visit tonight, but now it was pinkeyesurprise too late. He pinkeyesurprise felt too tired, anyway.
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