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Understanding.
Jo smiled as she pulled her green VW Beetle into the driveway. Light from Tim’s spare bedroom, the one in which he kept his computer and gaming system, seeped through the drawn curtains. She hoped he’d be in the mood to talk or watch TV together. The crisis at work had her feeling wired.
She felt a little guilty for having left, but she really couldn’t help with the problem. The IT people said they had no way to get the phone system working again until at least tomorrow morning. Jo managed the weeknight swing shift for a large health insurer’s 24-hour customer service department. Without phones, no customers could call. She sent everyone else home for the night and, with no one to manage, had no reason to stay herself.
She came in the back, kitchen, door. Slipping out of her pumps, she retrieved a bottle of Mike’s Hard Cranberry Lemonade from the fridge and entered the hall leading to the bedrooms. She got to Tim’s spare bedroom and found the door ajar. He had talked about fixing its latch for over a month, but never gotten around to it.
She looked through the opening and saw Tim sitting at his desk. She raised an eyebrow noticing that he had nothing on the computer monitor. Instead, he just sat there, staring at his smart phone laying in the middle of the desktop.
Tilting her head, Jo realized he must have the phone set to “speaker.” She could hear a woman’s voice coming out of it. Concentrating, she could just make out her words.
“...going to have you wake up in a moment, Tim. When you wake up, you won’t remember any details of the time you were in this trance. Instead, you will just have a vague notion that I gave you suggestions to motivate you to do more to get ahead on your studies. Do you understand that, Tim?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he replied with a flat voice.
“What do you understand, Tim?”
“When I wake up, I won’t remember any details of the time I was in this trance. Instead, I will just have a vague notion that you gave me suggestions to motivate me to do more to get ahead on my studies.”
“Very good, Tim. Now, Tim, I’m going to count backward from three. When I make it to zero, you will wake up from this trance. Do you understand that, Tim?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“What do you understand, Tim?”
“When I wake up, I won’t remember any details of the time I was in this trance. Instead, I will just have a vague notion that you gave me suggestions to motivate me to do more to get ahead on my studies. Now, you are going to count backward from three. When you make it to zero, I will wake up from this trance.”
“Very good, Tim. Three... two... one... zero.”
Tim blinked and a smile lit his face.
“Tim?” the voice on the phone asked. “How are you?”
“Great! Say, these suggestions you gave me should really motivate me to do more to get ahead on my studies!”
“Very good, Tim. I need to go now. Can you help me again tomorrow night?”
“Sure!”
“Very good, Tim. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
Jo backed quietly away from the door before Tim could notice her there. Already, a myriad ideas filled her head.
Jo smiled as she pulled her green VW Beetle into the driveway. Light from Tim’s spare bedroom, the one in which he kept his computer and gaming system, seeped through the drawn curtains. She hoped he’d be in the mood to talk or watch TV together. The crisis at work had her feeling wired.
She felt a little guilty for having left, but she really couldn’t help with the problem. The IT people said they had no way to get the phone system working again until at least tomorrow morning. Jo managed the weeknight swing shift for a large health insurer’s 24-hour customer service department. Without phones, no customers could call. She sent everyone else home for the night and, with no one to manage, had no reason to stay herself.
She came in the back, kitchen, door. Slipping out of her pumps, she retrieved a bottle of Mike’s Hard Cranberry Lemonade from the fridge and entered the hall leading to the bedrooms. She got to Tim’s spare bedroom and found the door ajar. He had talked about fixing its latch for over a month, but never gotten around to it.
She looked through the opening and saw Tim sitting at his desk. She raised an eyebrow noticing that he had nothing on the computer monitor. Instead, he just sat there, staring at his smart phone laying in the middle of the desktop.
Tilting her head, Jo realized he must have the phone set to “speaker.” She could hear a woman’s voice coming out of it. Concentrating, she could just make out her words.
“...going to have you wake up in a moment, Tim. When you wake up, you won’t remember any details of the time you were in this trance. Instead, you will just have a vague notion that I gave you suggestions to motivate you to do more to get ahead on your studies. Do you understand that, Tim?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he replied with a flat voice.
“What do you understand, Tim?”
“When I wake up, I won’t remember any details of the time I was in this trance. Instead, I will just have a vague notion that you gave me suggestions to motivate me to do more to get ahead on my studies.”
“Very good, Tim. Now, Tim, I’m going to count backward from three. When I make it to zero, you will wake up from this trance. Do you understand that, Tim?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“What do you understand, Tim?”
“When I wake up, I won’t remember any details of the time I was in this trance. Instead, I will just have a vague notion that you gave me suggestions to motivate me to do more to get ahead on my studies. Now, you are going to count backward from three. When you make it to zero, I will wake up from this trance.”
“Very good, Tim. Three... two... one... zero.”
Tim blinked and a smile lit his face.
“Tim?” the voice on the phone asked. “How are you?”
“Great! Say, these suggestions you gave me should really motivate me to do more to get ahead on my studies!”
“Very good, Tim. I need to go now. Can you help me again tomorrow night?”
“Sure!”
“Very good, Tim. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
Jo backed quietly away from the door before Tim could notice her there. Already, a myriad ideas filled her head.
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The myriad ideas that had filled Jo’s head when she figured out that someone on the phone had hypnotized Tim began to coalesce. She smiled. She could have fun with this.
She walked to Tim’s study room and found the door still ajar. This time, however, he appeared to act of his own volition. She knocked and pushed the door open.
“Say, Tim,” Jo began sweetly. “I need to call the office to find out about the status of the IT problem, but the battery’s dead on my phone. Can I borrow yours?”
She walked to Tim’s study room and found the door still ajar. This time, however, he appeared to act of his own volition. She knocked and pushed the door open.
“Say, Tim,” Jo began sweetly. “I need to call the office to find out about the status of the IT problem, but the battery’s dead on my phone. Can I borrow yours?”
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“Was there something else, Jo?” Tim asked.
She realized she had stood there an unusual amount of time, wondering what suggestions the unknown hypnotist had placed in his subconscious.
“Oh, no,” she replied a little too defensively. “I’m just concerned about the communications problem at work. It has me distracted. I’ve bothered you enough already. I’ll take this back to my room to get out of your hair.”
As she scurried down the hall, she pressed the phone symbol on the screen, then the link to “RECENTS.” She got to her room, sat at her desk, and wrote down the top number on the list. She did not use Tim’s phone, however, to call that number. Instead, she called her office. No one answered of course. After all, she had come home early because the phones had failed. Now, though, an appropriate number would top the list of most recent calls from Tim’s phone.
“I still can’t get through to my office at all,” she said truthfully when she took Tim’s phone back to him. Then she lied. “I wonder if the problem could be bigger than just my company. How are phones elsewhere? Say, Tim, did you happen to talk on the phone with anyone tonight?”
She realized she had stood there an unusual amount of time, wondering what suggestions the unknown hypnotist had placed in his subconscious.
“Oh, no,” she replied a little too defensively. “I’m just concerned about the communications problem at work. It has me distracted. I’ve bothered you enough already. I’ll take this back to my room to get out of your hair.”
As she scurried down the hall, she pressed the phone symbol on the screen, then the link to “RECENTS.” She got to her room, sat at her desk, and wrote down the top number on the list. She did not use Tim’s phone, however, to call that number. Instead, she called her office. No one answered of course. After all, she had come home early because the phones had failed. Now, though, an appropriate number would top the list of most recent calls from Tim’s phone.
“I still can’t get through to my office at all,” she said truthfully when she took Tim’s phone back to him. Then she lied. “I wonder if the problem could be bigger than just my company. How are phones elsewhere? Say, Tim, did you happen to talk on the phone with anyone tonight?”
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“Is everything ok Jo?” Tim asked. “Do you need to go to your office to check things out?”
“Um, yeah, I guess I had better,” she replied. Given the phone call she wanted to make, it might be better to have total privacy. She wouldn’t go all the way back to the office, of course. She’d just go park at the Burger King down the street and call from inside her car. “I’ll see you later, Tim. Don’t wait up.”
* * *
A couple hours later, Jo sat at her desk in her bedroom. She now felt fully confident that she could hypnotize Tim, even though she could remember neither any part of the conversation with the woman she had called from the Burger King parking lot, nor how she came to be sitting here afterward. It did not even occur to her to question this lack of concern or curiosity about it.
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Posthypnotic Suggestions
Jo sat at her desk in her bedroom. She now felt fully confident that she could hypnotize Tim, even though she could remember neither any part of the conversation with the woman she had called from the Burger King parking lot, nor how she came to be sitting here afterward. It did not even occur to her to question this lack of concern or curiosity about it.
“Jo?” She looked up to see that Tim stood in her bedroom door. “Everything work out at the office?”
She had never noticed before the strong lines of his jaw or how his high forehead added to his attractiveness. In fact, she had never really considered his looks much before, other than the general acknowledgment that he did not fit “her type.” She had always found more rugged men attractive, like firemen or carpenters. She suddenly discovered her mistake.
She wanted Tim. She loved Tim. Tim had to become hers.
But not tonight. They needed their rest. It would wait until Saturday.
“There is nothing more to do tonight,” she said in apparent reply to his question. “It’s time for bed; we need our rest. Are you going to be around on Saturday?”
Jo sat at her desk in her bedroom. She now felt fully confident that she could hypnotize Tim, even though she could remember neither any part of the conversation with the woman she had called from the Burger King parking lot, nor how she came to be sitting here afterward. It did not even occur to her to question this lack of concern or curiosity about it.
“Jo?” She looked up to see that Tim stood in her bedroom door. “Everything work out at the office?”
She had never noticed before the strong lines of his jaw or how his high forehead added to his attractiveness. In fact, she had never really considered his looks much before, other than the general acknowledgment that he did not fit “her type.” She had always found more rugged men attractive, like firemen or carpenters. She suddenly discovered her mistake.
She wanted Tim. She loved Tim. Tim had to become hers.
But not tonight. They needed their rest. It would wait until Saturday.
“There is nothing more to do tonight,” she said in apparent reply to his question. “It’s time for bed; we need our rest. Are you going to be around on Saturday?”
