Burton Clay pressed the flashing button on his office intercom. “Yes, Molly?” he asked in the clipped tones of a busy man.
“There is a depositor requesting to see you,” the voice of his secretary reported.
Burton looked at his watch. It was two-thirty. Even with shortened summer hours on a Friday afternoon, the bank would not close for another hour and a half. “All right,” he said into the intercom with weary resignation, “send him in.” Read more…
The phone rang, it was the line on which those seeking hypnosis called. Goddess Marquesa answered.
“I can see you,” the voice on the other end of the line said.
“Of course you can, puppet,” answered the Goddess, her tone playful. “I am always in your mind’s eye, aren’t I?”
“No. You don’t understand. I can see you right now. You are sitting in a wheelchair by your window. You are wearing a light yellow print dress.”
Goddess Marquesa looked out her window. It was indeed possible that she could be observed from any of the houses or apartments in view. Her caller might guess that she was wheelchair bound from some postings she had made online, but how would he know what she was wearing? She seemed to have a stalker.
“Lucky you,” she said nonchalantly. Read more…
“Can you help me?”
It was a question Marquesa was very accustomed to. As an attorney, she handled only a single field: divorce. She had elected to narrow her practice further still, taking only female clients. Even then, she only agreed to represent a small fraction of those who came to her desperately seeking her assistance. It wasn’t the woman’s particular reasons for divorce that concerned her especially. It was neither here nor there whether her husband was an inconsiderate oaf or a serial philanderer. She was unconcerned about who was in the right and who was not. Ultimately, only one thing really mattered… Was he rich? Read more…
Swami Kamiprajna settled himself onto his devotional cushion, anticipating the arrival of his new disciple. She had been coming to hear his teachings for several weeks now, and she showed all the signs that she was ready. She followed his every word with rapt attention, and looked at him with wide, glistening eyes through the chanting service when his lecture was concluded.
Last week, at the conclusion of his talk about “watering the flower of wisdom within,” she had worked up the courage to pose a question. “Is it possible,” she had asked breathlessly, seemingly overcome by awe, “for me…I mean for someone…to overcome sensual desire?” That was when he knew that he could summon her for a private “interview”. Read more…
As he opened the brown cardboard envelope he felt a little shudder of excitement, this could be the package he’d been waiting for all these weeks, he tore the flap carefully & reached inside…..his hand pulled out a small ziplock bag a handwritten note & an unexpected surprise – a CD, The note was short & to the point -‘play this CD now & do not touch the other item until i instruct you to do so’
He took the bag & the CD & all but ran into the bedroom nearly tripping over the lead from his stereo as he went, he quickly shed his clothes & lay down on the bed noticing with relish the feel of the velvet sheets against his now naked skin. Reaching over he took the CD & slipped it into the deck, covered his ears with his headphones & pushed the play button….the sound of soft ethereal music soon filled his ears & soothed his eager mind ….then her voice began to speak to him….. Read more…
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