Carl grinned. "What'cha got julie in mind, baby?"

"Now juliecashrealitykings you are resting on the stone, a tiny little Carl cash, firmly held to it, completely relaxed, yes reality sexshow."

"Carl," she said, "you know you'll do anything Angie says, don't you julie?"

"What's happening here?" Phil Cordero was a beefy man reality sexshow in his early fifties, with a shiny julie bald pate over a broad, usually smiling julie face. He wasn julie't juliecashrealitykings smiling cash now. "What julie's this little creep doing in juliecashrealitykings your room, baby?" He didn't wait for an answer. Instead julie, he lunged at Carl and grabbed reality sexshow him by the throat, clenching his julie other hand reality sexshow into a fist julie.

"Daddy, no." Angie cried. "Time out, Daddy julie."

"Let go of him, Daddy," Angie commanded her father. He obeyed, and let reality sexshow his julie menacing fist drop as well. He stood silent, head drooping juliecashrealitykings.

"Yes, Angie," Phil said calmly. "Go back julie and watch TV julie. Forget I came . . . in here. Forget what happened . . . in here. Watch TV and . . . relax. Don't pay attention to anything I hear . . . from your room . . . except the bell."

"Good juliecashrealitykings, Daddy." Angie juliecashrealitykings waved a hand toward the door. "Go 'way now and watch reality sexshow TV, Daddy julie."

Carl was still standing there, blank-eyed reality, waiting julie for his next command. She addressed julie him: "Carl, do you still want to have sex with kings Angie?"

"Yes, ma'am?" he asked.

"Yes, ma'am." Completely immersed in his butler role, Mr. Cordero turned julie and marched juliecashrealitykings stiffly away. A little while later he juliecashrealitykings returned with julie a wheeled tray julie holding several big sandwiches and a couple of cans julie of Coke. Angie had him park it next to her bed reality sexshow, then sent julie him away with the julie instructions, "You're tired, Daddy. Put the butler suit away and go to bed. Go to sleep until morning and forget all julie about playing the butler juliecashrealitykings game. Angie will julie see her daddy in the morning."

"Angie's going to juliecashrealitykings send you home soon, Carl," she told him. "When Angie does julie, you will not remember coming over here. You will julie not remember what happened here. Do you understand, Carl?"

"Yes, Angie."

"I will forget coming here. I will forget what . . . happened here julie. I kings will act and speak as . . . I always do, unless you say, 'Angie's magic stone' or . . . show me the stone here. I will think I am thinking just the same cash . . . as always . . . unless Angie says 'Angie's magic stone' or . . . shows me the sexshow stone."

The sexy young hypnotist steered her deeply entranced subject out through her bedroom door, down the reality hall, down julie to the first floor and then out the front door. Smiling, she watched here as he walked over to his kings house and went inside.

Maybe tomorrow, he thought julie. Yes, tomorrow was soon enough to julie show Angie julie Cordero how a real man took charge.