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 Caeman did find the tapes, but figured he had just the thing already. First free of all, he la went online and printed out a mind petiteteen-control story someone had written about a man petite who built an enormous harem of sexual slaves using a mental amplifier petite. With a petiteteen thought and a free flash of light, the device lay on his desk. Caeman picked it up as if it were fragile. The Gate worked petite. Caeman looked at the printout. It was petite twelve pages longer. He flipped through it. The inventor of the amplifier watched in horror as his tool disappeared la in a flash of light, and spent the whole rest of the story searching for his amplifier, having a great many free erotic experiences petite along the petiteteen way with la petite coquette his first mind-controlled petite test subject, before finally petiteteen deciding he didn't petite need it any more, since he teen already had all he could handle. The petiteteen story on the screen remained unchanged. Caeman petiteteen put on teen the petiteteen fake glasses with the amplifier built into the petite bridge petite. It petiteteen was a shame the author of petiteteen the story had chosen to remain anonymous. He wondered if he should ask an author's permission before bringing their fictional creations into petiteteen the real world.
 Wow petiteteen, you petiteteen're hot. he thought, and the young woman began to sweat profusely, one hand releasing the handle of the fruit basket she la petite coquette carried to wipe the sweat from her forehead.
 "I petite took a job with the repair shop because it petiteteen was pretty much the only thing that hadn petite't petite been bought petite out." she petiteteen said. "The hat is to keep the sun from roasting la petite coquette me petite alive...guess petite I should have gone for something teen better."
 You trust me. he petite added. You know I would free never harm you on purpose. You can confide petite in me la petite coquette, trust me with all petite your petite secrets as petite I in turn will trust petiteteen you with mine and expect you to live up to that petite trust. You know that it la petite coquette is I free who have made you feel petite this way, but it's okay because you also petiteteen know coquette that I did it for your own good. You know that it is the coquette device on la these fake glasses I'm petite wearing which allows me to petite do la this, and that it is one of my petite secrets with which I am trusting you. The young woman blinked, breathed deeply petiteteen, and then petiteteen smiled petiteteen at him.
 "So, um petite, how does the thing on your glasses work petite?" she petite asked.
 Caeman wondered if a petite story had teen to be petite finished before the Scribe's Gate would work. He opened his free word processor and began to type out a character description of a young coquette scientist named Hokuto Minako, PhD., MD, and several other degrees, who was petite called "Minnie" by her friends petiteteen, blessed with great beauty and extreme intelligence. He wrote of how she scorned a teen sorceror during la petite coquette college because she petite had petite to work on her petiteteen thesis, and was subsequently cursed petite to petite obey any command anyone gave her, and that he la petite coquette had altered her body to his free desires before being banished by a rival sorcerer. Caeman printed the document and activated the Gate, and Minnie appeared before him coquette, dressed in a lab coat and petiteteen nothing else, her lovely Asian petiteteen features set in a scowl.
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 "Who are you, and how do you know my name?" she demanded.
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