Jim didn't like the sound of that but it was so hard to concentrate. He felt some needle being inserted in his arm but wasn't sure what it all meant.
"Now, Jim, we can't have bad little boys around here. Bad girls, on the other hand, are just fine. There are all kinds of naughty little girls though, so what kind do you want?" Mandy smiled down at Jim. It was only fair for him to decide what kind of girl he was going to be. With the hypnotic working its way through his brain, reinforcing the spray, he was putty in the hands of a practiced sculptor.
Jim felt like he was floating. What kind of girl did he most like? Waitaminute, he was here to meet Sharon right? "just like Sharon"
Mandy frowned. "Well, Jim, if you're not going to be honest, I'll just have to get creative. What'll it be?"
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