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Chantelle stood meekly as Sophie leaned in towards her, placing her hand on Chantelle's chin delicately.

"What's your name, sweetie?"

"...it's Chantelle." A blush passed her face as she answered, embarrassed by this beautiful woman in front of her wearing only a towel.

"Chantelle, that's a very lovely name. You know it's the name of a brand of delicate lingerie, my dear? I may say that I's love to see it on your body because you do look so beautiful."

With no idea what to say, Chantelle just looked down for a moment, the blush on her cheeks growing hotter as she remembered what Sophie was wearing, looking back at the barely clad woman across from her.

"Yes I need something else, my dear. I really do need you to touch me, caress sme and lick me in the best possible way, and to return you the favour." whispered Sophie, as she pulled the towel off of herself. Chantelle gasp at Sophie's bold action was quickly smothered as the now nude woman leaned into her, kissing her boldly and aggressively.

Chantelle responded fervently. The guys did look at her, but they never got her, because she had a secret...it was girls she was in to. Her hand boldly expored Sophie's uncovered body, squeezing her asscheeks and spreading them, water rubbing into her blouse as she pulled her closer. She pushed back with her own kiss, enjoying the taste of Sophie's mouth with her own, pulling back only to breathe, her voice husky.

"Oh look, I've gotten all wet..." she whispered. "I'll have to get out of my own clothes..."

 

[teasingSophie]

I didn't answer, and instead pushed myself forward in the kiss. We fell on the bed, Chantelle back under me, and I stradlled her waist. Still kissing her passionately, our tongue meeting and playing together, I moved ot open her blouse, rather eagerly, and tearing apart a couple of buttons in the move. I didn't care. I pulled the blouse wide open and as I left her mouth, my hands lowered her bra to expose her breasts. She had her nipples hard already. As she didn't fight back, a rationnal thought flickered in the back of my mind about the probability to fall on a lesbian when making such advances.
but i retruned to the lust I was feeling and I planted a kiss on each of her nipples....
And I changed my position, still straddling her, but moving upwards until my wet hot wanting cunt was hovering right over her face...

 

[Bevatoria]

She was forced back by the passion of Sophie's kiss and they fell together to the bed, their bodies intertwining. Chantelle's hands roamed over Sophie's heated skin, exploring the unfamiliar territory of the 30 year old woman in her arms. Another gasp escaped her lips as her blouse was unbuttoned, and then ripped off of her body; clearly a button or two had been lost in Sophie's desire to see her body; it warmed her that she could tempt this woman so.

Her bra was pulled below her breasts; Chantelle could do nothing but give in to her advances, groaning at the feeling of her lips on her breasts, her hardening nipples. "Oh, Sophie..." she moaned, feeling Sophie move up her body until her wet sex was at her face. She grinned, leaning in to taste the nectar coming from her body, licking inside her pussy as her hands travelled up and down the woman's thighs.

Pinned awkwardly beneath her, she drew Sophie down to the bed beside her, sliding between her legs. Chantelle rose only long enough to discard her blouse and bra; now clad in only her skirt, enjoying the older woman admiring her body, leaning in leeringly between her legs again. "I wish we had more time...I could make love to you all afternoon." One hand went to Sophie's breast, the other to her clit as she leaned in to devour Sophie's mouth, the taste of her sweat mingling with the juices she had just sampled, and would soon be sampling again.

 

[teasingSophie]

Chantelle pulled me in another position. I groan when she left me, when she stood back to take off her blouse and bra. I needed her, I wanted her, she couldn't leave me like that. But suddenly she wa son me again, kissing me, and I keed her back wildly, my hands in her hair to hold her on me.
And her hands... Her delicate warm hands on my breast and cunt. Oh God thatwas good. i was moning in her mouth, on her lips, on her tongue. I pushed my hips upwards to grind on her hand. Writhing of pleasure on the bed, needing to be released. That was wonderful. I wondered why I never had been attracted to women as it was so pleasurable.
between two kisses, I answered her "But we'll stick ot it all afternoon and more, honey, we'll cum and cum again. You won't leave me."

 

[Bevatoria]

Chantelle grinned ferally as she felt Sophie writhe under her hand matching her moans of pleasure as they kissed hard; Sophie's unrelenting hand keeping them close together. She withdrew her hands to undo her skirt, the garment falling to a pool at her feet, leaving her in a pair of flimsy pink panties when she stepped out of her shoes.

"But we'll stick ot it all afternoon and more, honey." said the other woman before they kissed again. "We'll cum and cum again. You won't leave me." The delicious images running through their head, of them doing this for hours on end, of ordering room service and getting whoever served them to join in...was just a fantasy, as she knew she'd have to get back to work. But Chantelle refused to let oncoming reality ruin the moment as she pressed her body into Sophie, licking and kissing around her neck as she pulled their bodies together; desperate for the feel of Sophie's skin on hers, the mingling of their sweat, their tongues, and their wet centers rubbing together separated only by the thin layer of her panties.

She fell beside her lover as she worked on her, moving down to begin to kiss and suck on one of her perfect tits; fingers that had been inside of Sophie a moment before went inside of her mouth now; wanting to make her taste herself while Chantelle's other hand worked on Sophie's clit and pussy with a vengeance; wanting to make her experience the pleasure she wanted to feel herself.

 

[teasingSophie]

her hands on me were terrific, she really knew ewhat she was doing. I tasted my own juices on her with delight, as I never had thought ti was something to do. But it was so good. I was rocking hard now, moaning so loud, groaning in a urge to cum, to have the relief I needed, to come to the summit of that wonderful mountain. My hands were in her hair, holding her tight on my breasts, so senstivie, so eager to be touched and played with...

And there it came...

A sudden wave of passion rushing thorugh my body, coming and going, coming and goign, more and more, flooding everything in me under an enormous amount of pure delight. Making me scream loud, my whole body shaking, ym breathe completely lost, as suddenly little sprakles appeared in front of my eyes.

And then i felel panting and sweating on the bed...

 

[Bevatoria]

Chantelle moaned in awe as her partner came under her touch; feeling her hands tighten around her hair in the throes of passion. She continued her ministrations on Sophie unabated, enjoying her gasping and moving form under her gentle hands and mouth. She moved to kiss her gently as Sophie finally slowed down under her, slowly rubbing up and down her heating body while kissing her lips gently.

"Oh, I could do that to you all afternoon, lover...." she purred, kissing and biting gently along Sophie's shoulders. "But I seem to recall you saying something about returning the favor....?" With a naughty grin, she pulled their bodies together again, her heated skin rubbing against hers as she pulled the 30 year old woman on top of her.

"...do whatever you want to me..." whispered Chantelle, her arms laying on the bed in a form of surrender, her panties wet in anticipation of what was to come...and who.

 

[teasingSophie]

She offered herself to me... I was still feeling hot and needing... But I had to take her too. I leaned over her and pulled her panties off in a quick move. THen i parted her legs, openeing her wide, pushing her thighs upwards. And I slid between them. Not with my face. I opened my legs and slif in scissors, thrusting my still wanting cunt to hers. Our pussies joined and sticked together, mixing our juices. She was hot, wet, smooth, so great. Our thighs entwined and mixed together, I began to rock my hips, and she followed. I felt it raise again inside me, the wanted pleasure...

 

[Bevatoria]

Chantelle whimpered as her panties were pulled off; every withdrawal of her body was agony as she longed for their bodies to stay twisted together. It was only a moment before the older woman leaned in between her legs, parting them as she pressed into her with her own dripping sex. A gasp emanated from her as their love juices mixed briefly before she felt female hips thrusting into her own, and she returned the gesture wantonly. She pulled the older woman's lips to hers again, indulging in a passionate kiss before tugging her hair downwards, wanting her to suck her breasts as she had for her.

She felt the familiar feeling rising within her as she writhed and bucked under Sophie's unrelenting ministrations. She had already been close from the sheer eroticness of the encounter but Chantelle wanted to draw this out as much as she could. A futile effort against the woman looming above her, as with one final tensing of her muscles, she came.

"Uhhhhhh...." She moaned, her body slowing down as it gradually let itself down from the high. She smiled at her female lover, giving her a gentle kiss on the lips. "You're amazing. How many women have you been with?"

Her answer surprised her. "Let me show you one other thing we can do together..." she whispered. She slid her body around on the long bed, sliding back under Sophie with another kiss on her lips, but her body was above her now. Her intent was clear as she slowly kissed and felt her way down every inch of Sophie's body, starting at her shoulders and breasts, snaking her way downwards towards the other woman's dripping center. Her intentions were very clear, but still Chantelle took her time tasting this exquisite woman's body, trying to enjoy every inch of her while they had their time together. She was sampling her now; once she got down to her center, she would feast on it.

 

[teasingSophie]

This was pleasant to make her cum, to feel her reaction, but I still needed more. I began grinding harder against her, for myself, to find the relief I wanted. When she asked me about me being with woman, I answered, following by a "And I want you more and more Chantelle."
There she made me lay n my back,. As her mouth began to wander down along my body, I knew where she was heading. And that was precisely where I wanted her. My hands grasped her hair and I pushed her down faster, right towards my aching clit, my hot wet wanting cunt who needed to be taken care of.
I realized I had never in my life been so demanding of sex. When I did that kind of thing, it was all a once and then fibnished. I couldn^t think of another time where I wanted more immediately after. I...
And there my thoughts died when she reached my cunt and her mouth began working on it. Damn it was delicious. And I arched my body in answer. She knew what she was doing, and she was doing it perfectly. her expert fingers and tongue and lips were having a good time down there, pushing me towards the edge... again. I was bucking under her on the bed, my own hands holding tight my breasts, pressins gon them, massaging them, playing with my nipples... My moans get louder again...

 

[Bevatoria]

Chantelle smiled lustfully at her friend, the only break in her unrelenting tongue and mouth on Sophie's sex; she wasn't sampling it; she was devouring it, teasing fingers running up and down the woman's smooth thighs as she did. The older woman's bucking under her tender loving only enflamed her more as she worked relentlessly at her center, refusing to stop until she felt her climax one more time. A stray hand went down to her own sex, working on herself as she pleasured her lover.

The other woman's moans drove her harder, the sight of her manhandling herself heightening Chantelle's lust as her tongue and mouth drive into Sophie, and finally she felt the other woman convulse; some of her juices spraying on her lips. She finally slowed to lick up around her center as she smiled at the taste of her female friend; light kisses along her stomach and breasts as she travelled back up Sophie's body before induing in one last, long sensuous kiss. Chantelle had to force herself away as she finally rolled off the bed slowly, standing up.

Wearing nothing but a smile, she went to Sophie's receipt, scrawling her phone number on the back of it. "If you ever want to do this again..." she grinned, taking one last long moment to admire her female friend on the bed as she reached for her skirt to tug it back on....after all, she had to get back to work at some point.

 

[teasingSophie]

I felt the wave flood my whole entire self, almost destroying my consciousness and taking my breath away. I flung myself, shaking hard and screaming. And found myself kissing Chantelle back, tasting my own juices.
As good as that all had been, I realized I still was feeling the tickling heat inside me. MY cunt seemed still demanding. This was kinda frihtening, something I never exprienced before. I needed more.
I turned my head and look at the delicious Chantelle taking her skirt back. I leaned from the bed, grabbed her wrist and pulled her hard to the bed again...
"I don't want to wait Chantelle. Give it to me again..."

 

[Bevatoria]

Chantelle'd barely gotten her skirt around her hips before Sophie urgently pulled her back to the bed, her eyes still awash in desire and lust. "I don't want to wait Chantelle. Give it to me again..." Despite her awareness of her timing and situation, she still smiled over her partner's wanting for her, kissing her lips again, dueling with Sophie's tongue inside her mouth. She tasted fruity, and sweet, and there were still traces of her arousal from when they'd locked mouths before.

"Mmmm...you little minx." she whispered, her hand traveling back down Sophie's body. "I do really have to get back to work, though...." A breathy, haunted voice as her fingers found a familiar wetness between Sophie's thighs. "But if you want it one more time..." She started probing and slowly touching her again, her free hand clamping one of Sophie's hands on her breast; the other joining her working hand between her legs.

"Show me how you want it, Sophie." she breathed. "Touch yourself like you want me to..." Chantelle bit her lip as she watched the other woman getting molested by four hands; two from each of them, her motions getting rougher and more controlling as her movements became more and more staggered.

**************

I'd left the hotel at that point, and amazingly Sophie was still in the room when she got back. So was her saleslady; I'd bribed the front desk to tell me when they saw her leaving the lobby...as well as certain other services, which they'd find out about soon.

The control was still at 2 for her arousal level. Again, I wanted to push it higher, to see how insatiable she'd be at 5...but I didn't want to do it with other women. Not until she'd had her fill of men, anyways.

 

[teasingSophie]

Yes I wanted her badly, I needed to cum. Both our hands were working on my pussy, between my largely opened legs. And both were on my tits too. I moaned loud,a rching back, offering myself. Her kiss was great too, and all my body wa son fire, new waves of pleasure builduing and ready to launch from deep in my lower belly.
"Yes Chantelle, yes, make me cum, lick me dry... Take me, drink my juices. I want to feel you all over me..."

 

[Bevatoria]

She arched her back, her tits on full display even as their hands mauled them, and Chantelle licked her lips at the sight of them. Her hands got more and more urgent on the older woman's body even as she bucked against her, and she could feel Sophie's wetness as she moaned. "Yes Chantelle, yes, make me cum, lick me dry... Take me, drink my juices. I want to feel you all over me..."

It almost broke her. Chantelle had to fight the urge to drop her skirt, plant her wet center over Sophie's face and eat her out while she did the same for her, bringing them both to orgrasm after orgasm for the rest of the afternoon. Even so, she leaned in, replacing her hand on Sophie's breast with her mouth and tongue, languidly sucking the older woman's nipple tenderly, biting down occasionally as she felt her get closer and closer to her end.

Still, as she felt her tense, and a familiar wetness spread over her hands (and maybe a bit on her skirt, but she was far too gone to care at that point), she lovingly pulled back from her, watching her pant, and feeling herself do the same. She leaned in to kiss her new lover, pulling back as she felt the urge coming over her again.

"I do really have to go....thank you." She lovingly kissed Sophie's forehead as she pulled back to dress quickly, pulling on her bra. She had left her phone number, but Chantelle had a feeling she wouldn't call. They never did. She barely got her blouse buttoned up before she pulled her jacket on, taking a moment to make herself look presentable before she grabbed her things, looking one more time at the woman who she'd just been with...

Strangely, her look back at her seemed off...

**************

A couple of minutes after I'd turned the dial off, the front desk reported that the salewoman had left the hotel, looking quite disheveled...even if I could get room footage, it wouldn't be worth it. Money wasn't the issue, nor was secrecy.

But I had more plans for Sophie. Bigger, bolder ones. For the moment, I wanted to confuse her, making her insatiable in public, and totally unwanting around her own husband. Even as I took phone calls at my desk, I kept an eye on the GPS to see where she was.

 

[teasingSophie]

I was so close and suddenly exploded under her touch and kisses and caresses and lovely moves. Chantelle made me cum again. I fell down panting and sweating on the bed... And the tickling in my lower belly didn't stop. I was still feeling my needing clit. Exhausted, but nevertheless still horny. And wondering how it was that i still wanted it.
But Chantelle had taken that moment to go out and leave... leaving me all alone on the bed, with an aching pussy that wanted some attention. I sighed, and my hand instinctively mpoved to my cunt, I opened my legs. And I began massaging my cunt, fingers playing over my clit, making me moan again and arch back. This was so good, I wanted it to never stop.

 

[Bevatoria]

It took me a few minutes to realize I hadn't turned the arousal dial down to 0. Shaking my head - I didn't want her cooped up in there forever, after all - I finally put it back down, giving her reprieve from the device's machinations. At least that explained why she was still cooped up in that hotel room. The thought of letting the hotel staff have their way with her was tempting, but ultimately I wanted to have her exhibit herself more lewdly, and more publicly, then that.

My afternoon went on, but every so often I looked back at it to see where she was. I had the leeway to find her if I had to, as I was out and about often for meetings and other 'important' things my staff didn't have to know about. They knew I worked around the clock, even if not all of my work was related to this business...

 

[teasingSophie]

I fell down on the bed all panting and sweating. My hand sudenly stopped working on me and I froze... I ... I... I wasn't feeling horny, I wasn't really wanting to give me that pleasure. Yes, I knew it was good, but I was so exhausted. And... I wept. I turned around and dived in the cushions. Crying. I was thinking about all this. Images of what had happened were running in my mind. My body was reminding me everything. It had been delicious, that was sure...
But at the same time it wasn't me! I could never have... That guy earlier, OK it was a guy. I could think about it. But a girl! How ? What the hell was happening to me?
I wept. And I ran to the bathroom and took a long, warm, intense shower, cleaning myself of the naughtiness that I was feeling.

And I had to breathe... fresh air.
I quickly dressed in the new clothes that... that Chantelle had brought me (oh, Chantelle, what did I do?)

And I went out of the hotel for a walk. It took me past raws of shops, of places I usually took time to look at. And I went to the park. Secluded point, almost no one around, just people apssing by. And I leaned back against a tree, eyes closed, wondering about all this. It was time to call my psychiatrist...

 

[Bevatoria]

It was hard to get on with my afternoon. I imagined it'd get easier once I got used to the idea of having control over her (that, and a pattern for her activities), but I had to stop myself from glancing over at it every few minutes, getting bored when she seemed to stay in the hotel for a while. It wasn't entirely unexpected given what had apparently transpired in the hotel room, but eventually I didn't look at it for a long while.

By the time I'd thought to look back, she was in a park. Fairly close by, no less, although when you're downtown everything counts as 'close'. Still, it seemed like she was in a fairly isolated area; I hung up on my call and decided to go for some 'paperwork' in order to be able to pass the time without having anything I needed to do. All of my important calls were done for the day, and I could take on what I wished now.

If she stayed there for a while, I'd do more.

************

Ugh. It's her again. It wasn't as if she didn't pay well; or, at least, her husband did. But Paul Windross hated to be at anyone's beck and call. When he'd gotten into private practice, he thought he'd be able to set his own pace, but in order to make ends meet, he was now one of Emmet De Homme's private doctors. Or, more to the point, his wife's.

He preferred her to him, but only because she was much prettier. She was usually so demure when she saw him, and he couldn't help but wonder what she saw in her husband aside from his money. He picked up the phone, leaning back in his desk.

"Yes Miss Sophie?" His brow furrowed at her answer. "Are you looking to meet now or...?"

 

[teasingSophie]

"Yes Paul I need to see you now. It's urgent, there's a problem, there's something wrong and..." My voice was reaching high levels of tone, and it broke down with a sob. He understood that this wa simportant and said that I could go. I sighed.
A few moments later, I was ringing at his office and he opened. He saw me and I must have had a terrible face as he immediately took me in his arms and guided me to his very comfortable sofa. He brought me a glass of fresh water and sat on his chair, looking at me. I was staring at the floor, speechless, not knowing how to explain this.

"Sophie, what's the matter?"

I sobbed. Sighed. My eyes lift up and I met his sympathetic and dedicated face. He was looking at me with friendship in his eyes.

"Paul, this is so..." Again my voice broke.

"You can tell me anything Sophie. it will be kept just between you and me, you know that."

That wasn't the problem, i knew he was very strict with his ethical code.

"Paul, I... I have a problem... I don't understand..."

And with his help, gentle and polite, not inquisitive, just giving guidelines, i explained how I had been feeling this morning and afternoon, acting as if it wasn't me, not always, as if someone was taking control of my body, making me say and do things I'd never say or do by myself. I didn't get into details, too ashamed, I was blushing all the way, a tear or two feel from my eyes, and my gaze was mostly on the floor.

"I need your help Paul, I deeply need your help. i don't know what's happening to me."

 

[Bevatoria]

"I need your help Paul, I deeply need your help. i don't know what's happening to me."

He frowned, despite himself. Paul had heard about women having repressed urges before, and it sounded like that to him now. "Sophie, it sounds to me like you've been acting out." A gentle, fake smile. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, all women have feelings and fantasies they keep inside of themselves for the supposed 'good' of their marriage or their family." He knew Sophie did not currently have children, and his expression grew more serious. "I'll need to know more about these...urges you're having."

"This shoe salesman you mentioned, for instance. What about him did you find so attractive?"

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She didn't stay at the park, which was disappointing. She was, however, at a psychiatrist's office, which left me wondering what do do next. I wanted to keep her on edge, but getting her to screw every person she met on her way home would get me nothing. So I smirked, taking a quick look to make sure nobody was coming. I went for the device, turning it on level 1 for ten seconds...and then off again. If I wanted to keep here there, I could always turn it on and leave it on.

 

[teasingSophie]

What had been so attractive? his question struck me. In fact I realized that I didn't catch if he had been attractive or not... Just that I had to...
I blished and looked down, embarassed.

-Paul, I... I didn't find it attractive...

And the tingle came back in my groin, heat growing suddenly up. I felt my nipples hardent, poking at the fabric of my top. I licked my lips, looking right into Paul's eyes... My mind went crazy, no, not his, not now, not with him, I needed to trust him.

- I just wanted to have sex, to get some relief like I do now....

And as the words escaped my lips without me thinking about them, it disapeared, the feeling was gone. I sighed. I let a tear roll down my cheeck.

- Oh Paul, forget what I said, I... I didn't want to...

 

[Bevatoria]

"Paul, I... I didn't find it attractive..."He was about to respond when he saw her lick her lips; normally, that would be an involutary gesture that could mean anything, but the way Sophie looked at him made him hesitate as she continued....he could swear her nipples were poking through her top. If he were looking for such things, anyways. "I just wanted to have sex, to get some relief like I do now...."

So first she'd said this wasn't sure, and now she was..."Sophie, you're confusing me...." Sure, he wasn't all that happy with her but that didn't mean he didn't want to help her...or try to exploit her doing so.

"Oh Paul, forget what I said, I... I didn't want to..."

And now she was changing her mind again. Women. Putting as sincere a look on his face as he could, Paul looked back at her. "Look, so far, your behavior has been erratic, your statements conflicting...first you say you don't want to act that way, and then you do. You've already infringed on my schedule and you're not giving me much to go on." He leaned back in his chair, giving her an authoritative look. "Why don't you lean back on the couch and tell me *exactly* what you've done today. Everything you say here will remain totally confidential."

 

[teasingSophie]

I took a second to look right into his yes... I knew I was as red as possible and I wasn't sure... I... Oh God all this was so terrifying.
"Just don't judge me, Paul, please."
I laid back on the couch, hands crossed over my stomach. I bt my lips, wondering by where to begin... And it started. At a low voice. My eyes closed. The words were those of the acts of another person, the words of shame, words of misunderstanding. But I told him about my will to go buy new clothes, about what I said to the sales assistant, how I teased him, the way I took him with me, how we fucked and how I suddenly relaized and reacted and rejected him. The run to the hotel and then Chantelle, what I did, what I received, how I kept her and tried to keep her more and more, and the sudden change and shame. And my walk to the park, to a secluded place. And as I said all this, i realized I had loved every single moment of it, except for the moments of shame that followed the lust. I knew that deep inside me I had so much loved the climaxed, the pure ecstasy of cumming, the giving and receiving of pleasure, and that my body hadn't been fullfilled like that in years... or perhaps never before. But I didn't explained that. My mind was wandering.... What was happening to me?

 

[Bevatoria]

"Hmmm." Paul sat back as she recounted her tale, attempting to remain professional even as the lurid details started to make him strain uncomfortably in his pants. The thought of this woman, made more perfect by surgery - although she didn't really need it - taking a stranger of each gender made him wild with what she might do here if she was pushed. But what was pushing her? Or, more to the point, what would push her?

He let the silence drift for a moment. "I think the surgery you had recently has had an affect on you." Paul had no idea how right he was as he stared deeply into her. "I think, that, for whatever reason, you weren't feeling confident about your image, your body, until now. And now that you are, you're feeling these urges to act out, to do things you wouldn't before." He got up, starting to pace around the room, giving Sophie a once-over, her body laid out before him on the couch.

"You have nothing to worry about. You were, and are, a beautiful woman, who can have anything, and anyone you want." He gave her another look. "But you made the choice to get married, and maybe part of you is regretting that." He frowned again. "I think part of the problem is that you're acting out these 'fantasies' in isolation. You're getting away from things so you won't get caught-" He ignored, for the moment, that her shoe store escapade would likely get reported, although her husband could probably twist it into her favor "-and that you need to stay out in the open."

Her look at him seemed to change as he stayed standing. "Tell me what you're feeling, right now, for instance. We're all alone. Nobody will ever know what you say in this office...." He took a couple of steps closer, staring straight down into her innocent eyes.

"Is anything changing?"

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The only thing that changed, around that moment, was that I pushed the dial back up to 2. But only for a minute or so. Keep her on the edge. Soon after that, I stood up from my desk, determined to get back on her trail once she left her psychologist's office.

It was a long walk, though.