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forget I didn t think it would be appreciated. Besides, I d be blocking my mind so I d
remember it anyway.
I tapped my lips with the eraser and tried to think of something no one but me
would know. I wasn t about to use the nickname Roger gave me. Not after it made the
Sergeant laugh so hard. Think, Hope. Think.
Dorian had already scribbled something and handed the notebook to Fredrico. All
eyes were on me, now.
I m thinking. I m thinking!
It s no big deal, Hope. Dorian said. Just write down the first thing that comes to
mind.
Okay, I had something. I turned so no one could see what I wrote and in my best
cursive writing, I penned, Red, furry love cuffs are in the guest room and I d like to see
Ivan wearing them with Nina flogging his ass. Oh and the flogger is under the bed.
Before anyone could see what I had written, I handed the notebook to Fredrico. He
glanced at it and smiled, slightly. Are you sure this is what you want everyone to hear
after I awaken you?
Most definitely, I said and crossed my arms.
Fredrico shrugged and set the notebooks aside. Now get as comfortable as you
can. Take your shoes off if you like. Lie down if you want to.
I angled my body so I could rest my head on Dorian s lap and stretch out on the
couch. Is this comfortable for you, lover? Maybe this way he d remember that we
were close, even if the demon hypnotist tried to erase it from his mind.
He stroked my hair and gazed down at me. Perfectly, he said.
Fredrico focused on my eyes. All right. I want you to tune out everything but my
voice. Listen only to the sound of my voice and relax.
Show tune time! Ohhhhhklahoma with the wind whip, whipping& Oh no, that s not a
good one. Let s see&
Fredrico was saying we needed to close our eyes and that sounded like a good idea,
anyway. His eyes made me squeamish. I closed my eyes and tried to think of a song I
actually knew the words to. You are my sunshine, my only sunshine& Nope that wouldn t
do, either.
Dorian. Are you completely relaxed? he asked.
Yes, Dorian responded sounding kind of far away.
Oh yeah. He was under. I had to sing something in my mind as soon as he d asked
me the same question.
Hope? Are you completely relaxed?
Yes, I said, trying to imitate Dorian s voice.
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Good. I want you to relax even more. Go deeper and deeper into relaxation&
Super-cali-fragilistic-expialido-cious, even though the sound of it&
I felt Dorian go limp beneath me. Well, all of him except the one large bump under
my head. Good to know I could turn him on even under hypnosis. I guess his attraction
to me couldn t be erased.
Fredrico asked Dorian to repeat what he had written backward. He did but the
message was hard to decipher. I had heard my name, so I tried to figure it out but then
it occurred to me that if he asked me to repeat what I wrote backward, I might not be
able to do it. Damn.
Think, Hope. What did you write?
Fortunately, he was still talking to Dorian. I heard the word, Forget, a few times, so I
had to go back to my movie soundtrack and hope for the best.
Hmm hmm hmm hmm you ll always seem precocious. Super-cali-fragilistic-expialido-cious!
Happily, he didn t ask me to repeat my phrase backward. He was simply telling me
to forget all about the toys in the guest room. Forget the red love cuffs in there and
forget that a flogger was stashed under the bed.
I could easily pretend to forget those things. No one would see how wet I got just
thinking about what we did. Oops. I almost giggled out loud. Better begin singing
another
Wake up! Fredrico shouted.
Bolting upright, I gasped. Jeez, Louise! You don t need to yell.
Dorian s eyes fluttered open, then he stretched and yawned. Wow, I feel like I ve
had a really refreshing nap.
Fredrico nodded, sagely. That s because I suggested you d feel that way. Hope?
Huh? Oh yeah. Me too. Feel all refreshed and ready for anything.
I was going to ask you if you remember what you wrote.
Oh. Well, nothing. I don t remember a thing.
And Dorian? Do you remember?
No. Nothing.
Fredrico handed us the notebooks and there was my message, written in my own
hand. Now I had to act surprised. I glanced over at Dorian and he smiled at his
notebook.
What does yours say?
It says you have a birthmark in the shape of an apple on your ass.
I do not!
He shrugged. I guess we ll find out.
If I did, I sure didn t know about it. Had I ever looked at my own ass? Naked? Now
that I thought about it, I probably hadn t. I only checked out that part of my anatomy
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when checking for panty-lines in Bloomingdale s three-way mirror. And I tried never to
check it out in my uniform. Those baggy pants did nobody s butt justice.
I suggest you two go to the guest room and check your new information. If you
find that what you wrote is true, it will prove my ability to remove an item from your
memory.
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Well, I ll be damned. I glanced in the small mirror Dorian held behind my right
butt cheek so I could see the apple-shaped birthmark. How weird is that?
It s only weird that we re both discovering it for the first time. I think it s cute.
As I kneeled on the bed, he ran his hand over my bare ass and I tingled. Don t get
distracted, now, Hope. It s almost over. Awww& It s nice of you to lie.
Are you telling me I m not being honest with you? I m always honest with you,
Hope.
No. I, uh&
He patted my butt and set the mirror down. Remember when you said, if you love
every inch of a person, you can overlook all kinds of things?
I guess so. It sounds like something I d say. I sat on the butt cheek in question.
I told you that I love you. He sat beside me. Why would I be upset about a tiny
apple birthmark?
I don t know. Just don t call me apple-butt, okay?
He grinned and kissed my cheek the one that was beginning to blush. Only if
you won t call me names, either.
Okay, so no hitting and no name calling. How am I supposed to blow off steam if I
get super pissed at you?
Just talk to me. You d be surprised how easy it is to work things out with a simple,
civil conversation.
Is that what you tell your subs?
He raised his eyebrows. I don t have subs anymore. But when I did& yes. Why
wouldn t I?
I shrugged, then leaned over and pulled the flogger out from under the bed. Oh, I
don t know. I figured Doms just let these things communicate for them.
A frown passed over his face like a dark, storm cloud. Only if talking doesn t
work. Didn t you listen to anything I told you? Doms want their subs happiness as
much as subs want to make their Doms happy.
I want you to be happy but I m not a sub.
That s what love is all about, sweetheart each person does what they can to
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