He couldn’t believe it. He did not know what was wrong. His virtually brand spanking new, state of the art {fully loaded with all the latest bells and whistles}, high-end computer system’s processor and hard drive were frustratingly slower than an elderly half-dead slug crawling sideways through molasses, superglue, and hardening cement. The CD tray kept opening and closing on its own. All these and other intermittently tormenting nagging nuisances had bedeviled him since he’d followed her suggestion. His very mysterious, bewitching new lady neighbour had told him to link to a site known as “soothing slumbers” when he said he suffered from insomnia. The only reason he’d told her about his sleeping problem was because he hoped that opening up a little would help him get in good with this charming woman he wanted so much. The know-it-all part of his conscience mercilessly chided him unstoppably. “That’s what you get for taking a woman’s advice just because you want to get in good with her. Next time, don’t let your sex drive do your brain’s job.”

One day, while trying to retrieve some crucial work-related data from a business information website, suddenly a box came up saying …

DO YOU WANT TO INSTALL AND RUN TRANCING TROJAN EXE?

He clicked “NO”

The next message displayed in the box said…

THERE ARE NOW 30 SECONDS UNTIL TRANCING TROJAN EXE IS DOWNLOADED-SWEET DREAMS!

“But I said NO!” he screamed while he repeatedly clicked cancel as fast as he could..

Another box appeared

DEEP HYPNOTIC SLEEP CANNOT JUST BE CANCELLED 20 SECONDS TO DOWNLOAD COMPLETION OF TRANCING TROJAN EXE

“But I said NOOOO!” he yelled

Again he clicked “Cancel”

DON’T BE SO UPTIGHT, YOU NEED A SWEET LULLABY TO CALM YOU 5 SECONDS UNTIL TRANCING TROJAN COMPLETES DOWNLOAD

He wasn’t sure if his furiously fumbling fingertips pressed the REBOOT button or flicked the ON/OFF switch. In either case, the infernally irresistible download of TRANCING TROJAN.EXE continued unabated.

DOWNLOADING COMPLETE, TRANCING TROJAN.EXE IS NOW BEING INSTALLED

At this stage he gave up and stoically resigned himself to face his inexorable doomsday. He tried to prepare himself for the worst he was absolutely certain was sure to come crashing down headlong upon his computer and his frazzled witlessness for being a horny juvenile enough to let his second brainwashed in raging hormones get him into this sticky wicket of one hell of a frigging mess. Without any warning, suddenly a vivid picture of a vibrantly beautiful, glamorous titaness of a redheaded lady with enormous, piercing, dark, slanting eyes and firm and voluptuous bosoms swathed in soft, black satin appeared and [he had to admit it] pleasurably filled his monitor and the high-definition, big screen television connected to his workstation and gaming/entertainment machine.

“Now be calm, my even more drowsier angel.” He heard a wonderfully relaxing voice with the soft, soporific burr of an incredibly deep and deeply soothing Southern United States accent.

“Be calm and realise that it will only help you to admit you have been very stressssed recently. It’s obvious to anybody who’s seen you lately that you’ve been feeling ssso stressed. You are so tired and wanting to feel re-laxed and sleeee-eepy. How much are you wanting and needing to be calmed even more? How much better will you feel as you give in even more to being soothed this very moment? For right now, all you must and will do to relax is effortlessly lay back in your computer chair and see sweet sooooooothing stars twinkling above your tiring and sleepier head. These transfixing and tranquilizing stars are like my pen-dant. My oh so soo-thing-ly pretty, sleep-inducing pen-dant is making you increasingly tired and sleeeeeee-eepy and sleeeeeeepier. Sooooooo tired and sleeeeeeepy and wanting to relax. To let go is becoming ever easier every restful moment. To lay back and forget emails and mess-ages and all the cluttered paraphernalia of a world devoid of gentle relaxation. You want to embrace relaxation!!! To be taken in its silken arms and rocked to sleeeeeeep feels sooooooo goooooood. The time has come to pass to dream, to sleeeeeeep, to sleeeeeeep, my little darling man…”

As the ensorcelling voice softly and dreamily washed over his growing mindlessness, he suddenly saw a new image on the screens. It was an image of a lady who looked remarkably just like his neighbour. She was dressed in a tight, black satin skirt split at the side. She seemed to come towards him with her shapely hips flirtatiously dancing from side to side. She was ever so sleek and compellingly feline. He felt she was perhaps even hypnotic…

“You see this soffft, satin skirt before you. Look even closer as it’s swaying and undulating before your entranced and transfixed eyes. My lovely skirt is drawing your head into it’s soft folds. I am automatically and irresistibly lulling you to dreamy, silken sleeeeeeep. Ssleeep.”

He suddenly felt a woman’s soft, gentle fingers tracing various patterns across and all over his forehead, temples, and the back of his neck. His drowsier eyes dreamily gazed up and saw his neighbour standing possessively above him. She was expertly and sensuously stroking his forehead and allowing his head to be cradled on and ultimately within the inviting cleavage betwixt her gentle, satin-clad bosoms.

“The Trancing Trojan programme and the “soothing slumbers” website are my creations. An aspiring actress friend of mine from university supplied me with her voice and a little video she made just for me,” she said. “After you left your backdoor open in addition to that little backdoor I surreptitiously persuaded you to place in your computer and the mesmerized front door of your tired, little mind, YOU WILL BE EVEN MORE!!! MINE TOO…”

THE END.