You may be wondering what it feels like to have a
suggestion put into your mind. (The paranoid among you might
even now be blaming us for your bad decisions. Go ahead. But
remember, there's a whole lot more of you than there are of
us. So maybe, just maybe, you made that bad decision on your
own.) Suppose you're driving along the same route you take
to work every day. On the spur of the moment, you turn off
onto another street, only to find your path delayed by a
traffic back-up. "Why in the world did I do that?" you rage
at yourself. You can't think of any possible reason why you
would've left a perfectly clear path. You just do it. There
doesn't seem to be a rational reason why. Of course, your
mind is quick to provide explanations. You were bored with
the old route. You wanted to get away from that erratic
driver. You were blindly following the car in front of you.
Just like your mind fills in details your eyes don't catch,
it also fills in rationalizations for your actions.
It's that ability that helped me simplify the
suggestion process. I knew from my research at the mall that
the mind needs very little fodder to create a
rationalization for an action. Witness the number of people
who claim they've been abducted by aliens and forced to have
sex. (If you classify aliens as having superior mental
capabilities, then, yes, the aliens are among you. But I
don't know about any of us who are using the "alien"
method.) Anyway, I surmised that to simplify things I only
needed to supply the recipient with a bank of
rationalizations for that person's mind to draw from. I
would implant this bank into any person I needed to
manipulate and be saved the rigors of devising individual
back-up stories and suggestions for each person.
For instance, I would suggest that I could give my
host something no one else can. The host's mind supplies the
rest. For example, if she's a career woman, she might
rationalize that I can help her get a better position in the
company. If he's a police officer, he might believe that
he's acting more sensitive by not giving me a ticket. I also
suggest that I'm the only one who can provide this service,
that I'm the best at it, that the recipient will receive the
most pleasure from it, and that I offer a golden opportunity
that can't be passed up. Most importantly, I make the person
believe that they're not responsible for their actions. I
make it easier for them to accept that it was just a spur of
the moment thing, that they're in love, that it's fate, or
whatever psychological crutch they like to use. Once this
bank of rationalizations is in place, my hosts just go with
the flow. And they'll do whatever I want.
I had a good chance to test my theory on my friend
Jessica LeFavre. Jess and I had gone on a couple of dates
when she hit me with the dreaded "let's be friends"
scenario. Since she played a prominent role in many of my
fantasies, as well as having a good sense of humor, I agreed
to her stipulation of friendship. But I never stopped
wanting to get in her pants, especially after seeing her in
a white bikini.
Jess stood a little bit shorter than me and had a
lithe, perpetually tanned body. Her tits were a little on
the small side, which meant she never had to wear a bra. And
since any stray breeze seemed to cause her nipples to
harden, you can see why I was always looking for ways to
sneak a peek down her top. Her longish legs had not a bit of
fat on them, and they ended in a boyish butt that never
failed to catch my eye. Bright green eyes framed a small
pert nose, and her mouth, while a tad too wide, had full
lips which promised sweet treats to whatever man was lucky
enough to enjoy them. Best of all, Jess had long, silky
brown hair, which flowed down to the middle of her back. I
wanted to drown in that hair.
Her single failing characteristic, as far as I was
concerned, was her belief that she and I were better
together as friends than as lovers. Though I joked, flirted
and otherwise tried to maneuver her into a compromising
position, she brushed it all off with a dismissive wave of
her hand. She'd be a real test of my abilities.
I set my plan into motion at the mall as we shared a
bag of fries at lunch. It took only a few seconds to implant
the bank of rationalizations in her mind; she didn't even
pause in her story about how her sister's boyfriend had come
on to her. I decided to strike quickly before she had any
chance at all to question this new attitude toward me.
"Let's go to your house and fool around," I said to
her, placing my hand on her knee. She didn't even hesitate
in replying, "OK."
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