Tumble and turning was all he could do. It seemed that the room had too much light. An old graveyard trick Matt had learned of blacking out the windows using tin foil just wasn’t doing it. Matt couldn’t sleep. There seemed to be light coming from somewhere but Matt couldn’t see it. Was it the door or a digital clock, or the constant memory of Shiri and what had happened last night.
“Maybe she doesn’t want me to sleep,” Matt thought. “Maybe she put the mojo to me so that I would stay awake making it easy for her to finish me off tonight. You can’t really make a person not breathe, or can you? Her legs where so strong or was it her legs at all? I can still feel them.”
Matt tried to remember what happened, but all he could recall was those eyes, those dark deep eyes and the white clouds, “I’m gonna go mad. Maybe she won’t show up. She’s a tease and a murderer. I could be the next victim. What if she wants me to hurt someone else for her and I was just part of a plan for her.”
Exhausting himself Matt fell asleep.
Later that evening Matt awoke to his to the timer on the television. Always a daily dose of the despair we call the media. Working the sleep out of his eyes he watched as a reporter told the story of how a woman who had murdered her husband last night had hung herself in the city jail today. Eyewitness reports say that a woman dressed as a guard had somehow entered the jail and spoke to the suicide victim just minutes before she had hung herself alone in her cell. The peculiar irony is that almost a quarter of the jails staff was found sleeping at there desks, in cells and even on the floor and all the recording cameras where off. One inmate said that she saw the small woman who was walking the corridors looking for the alleged victim and that she was not wearing a uniform at all. She had on a black shirt and black leather pants with a torn white piece of paper pined to her shirt that said, Jail Guard.
Matt could feel those legs around him getting tighter. He had no intentions of saying anything, but the profound desperate effect this was having on him was staggering.
Shutting off the T.V. Matt realized he was rock hard, “Oh god,” he said as he jumped up into the bathroom for a cold shower, “What did she do to me.”
Later that night Matt walked the fence line after checking the lock on the front gate, “maybe she will get the hint and go away.”
The hours past by and Matt was found himself angered at being stood up and yet he was relieved that it was all over. She was gone and the history books on this parking lot would soon be closed again.
He could feel his eyes getting heavy and so, he reached over to the pot of coffee to pour some more of the black syrup when a sudden knock at the door behind him startled him into dropping his cup.
The watched as the doorknob slowly turned and he knew who it was. Shiri opened the door just ajar at first then wide enough to see Matt sitting there.
“Hey you,” Shiri said.
Matt stood and walked out of the guard shack not taking his eyes off the vileness for one moment.
“Your pants aren’t torn. How did you get in here?” he asked.
“Piece of cake, the gate wasn’t locked,” She replied.
“I always lock that gate and I checked it several times,” He said.
Shiri shrugged her shoulders as if to imply that she didn’t know what he was talking about.
“Let me guess,” He said. “You had something to do with my mind and the gate.”
Shiri smiled and asked, “Can I plea the fifth and are you saying that you’re trying to avoid me?”
“I saw you on the news,” He said.
“I wasn’t on the news. I had one of the guards disable the cameras,” She said.
“Did you have to make her hang herself?” He asked.
Shiri crossed her arms and paused before she said, “When you off someone you need to get rid of the evidence and the witnesses. Not one person can know or risk everything and they always say that somebody talks.”
“Well I know,” He said.
“Your not going to talk because you know what will happen if you do,” She threatened. “Did you destroy the letter?”
“I burned it,” He replied.
“Good now give me back my lighter,” She said.
Matt had to think for a moment as to why he had a lighter, he doesn’t smoke and then it dawned on him.
“Come on now,” She said. “Give me back my lighter. I haven’t had a cigarette since last night.”
Matt handed her the lighter from his pants pocket and said, “That was weird. I don’t like that.”
“I had to make sure you destroyed the letter, I had to do it,” She said.
“That’s right, you wouldn’t want anyone to know that you are a killer,” He said.
“I’m not a killer,” She insisted. “I did what I had to do and now it’s in the past.”
“You put a jail to sleep and killed two people. God knows what you are going to do with me.” He pleaded.
“Love hurts,” She said.
“Ha,” He said.
Shiri lit a cigarette and began to explain, “They where playing some sex game and I was the center attraction. He would cheat on her and then she finds out. Of course I wasn’t to know that he was married and when I found out and confronted her she was more angrier that I ruined the game than finding out he was cheating, of in which she already knew all along. She picked me out for him because she is the one who really wanted me. You see, the whole thing was supposed to end up a three-some and me as their slut. That really hurts and they paid for it. Now it’s me and you, why don’t you quit your job and we will run away together.”
“You move fast,” He said.
“Life is short,” She said.
“Especially with you around,” He said.
“Hey! That’s not fair,” She said.
The two of them stared at each other for a moment and with a sigh Shiri reached into her purse and pulled out her silver pocket watch.
Matt turned his head and yelled, “Put that away!”
“I’m checking the time!” She yelled back. “I have a few hours before I need to be at my office.”
“What office?” He asked.
“Hypnotist,” She said as she held up the watch and began to swing it back and fourth. “I hypnotize people remember. I’m a professional. I have an eight O’clock appointment giving us four hours.”
“Please put that down,” He pleaded.
Shiri pushed the watch closer to Matt’s face and continued to swing it back and fourth, “Ouhhh the hypnotist is going to put you under her spell. You’re getting very sleepy, you will obeyyy.”
“Knock it off!” Matt yelled.
Shiri laughed and said, “Your fun to tease. I really don’t need the watch, I have trigger word now.”
“Trigger word?”
Shiri took a puff of the cigarette and blew the smoke up into the air. She looked back down at Matt and said, “I have a word that will put you to sleep automatically. Nothing you can do. I can say it here or on the phone and even write it in a letter, but it will only work for me and nobody else. All my clients get to have trigger words. It helps me to put them back into trance quickly and I admit you’re a good subject.”
Matt sighed and said, “Yea, I can still feel your legs squeezing me.”
“What?” Shiri asked.
“Your legs. From last night, that’s how you control my breathing right and decide if I breathe or not.”
Shiri looked puzzled and said, “No, I simply control your breathing with the power of suggestion. Whatever my legs do to you must be an interesting by product of the suggestions.” She looked down at her thighs and said, “Humm, hypnotic thighs, who knew?”
“I don’t want to be involved with you,” Matt said. “I don’t want to be an alias to a murder.”
“You didn’t have a problem with that last night while you where fucking me!” She said.
“Did I have a choice!” He said.
“Tell you what, I’ll drop my purse now along with my pants and we can do it again, then you can decide,” She said.
“Not a chance,” He said. “You have that trigger thing going on.”
“So that’s it!” She yelled. “Last night when I was little Miss sweet, hurt and innocent you would have fucked me, but now that know what I can do, your afraid of me. Murder has nothing to do with it; you men are all the same.”
“You’re not exactly the normal woman yourself,” Matt said.
“Well you call you normal?” She said. “Sitting here in the darkness all night, do you call this a job?”
“I have a website,” He pleaded.
“Ok then what’s the theme? Can I go to my office and check it out? Give me the double u double u double u,” She said and waited for a moment as Matt said nothing. “That’s what I thought. Well I have a web site of my own. Double u double u double u dot got screwed by another man and dropped dot com.”
Matt looked hurt and couldn’t face Shiri straight on.
“I’m sorry,” She said.
“That’s alright, a website cost money to get started and this job helps me to save up,” He said.
Shiri got closer to Matt as she placed her right hand on his cheek and tilting his head back up to stare into Shiri’s eyes she said, “You will have you website, you’re a good man.”
They both became lost in each others eyes as their lips met in an eternal kiss.
Shiri back walked backwards a few steps and held out her right hand palm down and opened and closed it a few times, then said, “Come on, come with me.”
Matt took Shiri’s hand they walked back to the shack. Matt shut the door, turned and watched Shiri give a slow playful strip and she wiggled her pants and panties down.
Matt kicked off his shoes and got rid of those pants as Shiri hopped up on the desk once again.
Shiri took a puff from the cigarette and blew a stream of smoke upwards from her wet blood red lips.
Looking eye level once again, Shiri reached out with her hand and placed her index finger under Matt’s chin, and then she pulled him effortlessly closer and closer until Matt was between Shiri’s legs and only inches from her.
Suddenly Shiri locked her legs around him and pulled him in.
They stopped for a moment and Shiri laughed softly and said, “Its ok.”
Kissing for a moment Matt never noticed Shiri lifting the watch up in from her side.
Shiri withdrew and blew a puff of smoke right at Matt and when Matt was able to open his eyes again the watch was swinging it’s spell right in front of him.
“You’re a good man Matt,” Shiri said. “But I can’t have any witnesses. Sometimes when we sleep deeply we forget how to breathe. The lungs disconnect from the mind and they feel so relaxed and heavy that they do not even gasp for air.”
Matt could feel his lungs releasing less and less air with every exhale and Shiri kept repeating, “You’re a good Matt, You’re a good man.”

Matt sat up quickly in his bed and the sweat poured from his feverish face. He hated being sick and he needed something for an update to his website known as the photoden. He chuckled at the dream he had and wondered if it was the flu.
He took a swallow of water from the glass at his bedside table and walked over to the computer, putting his glasses on he began to check his E-mail.
“Ah, something from Shiri,” He said.

Dear Matt
I wrote this story call Lingerie Shop and I think it stinks. I tried real hard but my imagination sucks. It has everything they seem to want, Smoking and vinyl leather boots and S and M oh you name it I threw it in there. I think they are going to laugh at me. I attached it. If you want me to scrap it just say so. Who am I to think I can write hypnotic sex stories. The next time I will write about an experience from my Grimoire and forget about the rest of this story stuff. They like that anyway. Are you feeling better?
With love
Shiri

Dear Shiri
What are talking about? The story is great. They like you and they will like the story to. I love your stories and so does everyone else so don’t worry about. I will post it a little later when I am feeling better.
Matt
Moments later before Matt could leave his desk he heard the jingle of an incoming E-mail message. Matt promptly opened it and it was from Shiri.
Dear Matt
You’re a good man Matt. Thanks for what you said.

With love
Shiri