“There is a very dangerous thing in your bedroom, it is connected with the sea and ships…”
In the dramatic pause Lucia took, Anne Marie hissed, “That bitch, Georgia.”
Through the Facebook profile of Richard, Anne Marie’s husband, I immediately verified that Georgia was his mother. She was obviously a strong-willed and domineering type of woman, with the icy-cold eyes of a Nazi officer. What a typical relationship between daughter-in-law and mother-in-law.
That was enough for a person with Lucia’s acting talents. “There is an obsessive woman who suffers day and night that Richard is no longer hers.” Anne Marie’s eyes widened in surprise.
“I never told you my husband’s name!”
Lucia looked at her complacently. “This thing hurts you just when you are weakest–in your sleep. Now I see that Georgia is Richard’s mother, she is an evil woman.”
There were many photos in the Facebook profile of Anne Marie, which were published some years ago, of herself and a shiny blonde girl–definitely looked like ‘the best buddy from school’. In the later photos, the girl was already with her husband and proudly showed off her engagement ring. The text below the picture was ‘I’m missing you’ to which Anne Marie explained in detail, how she missed her. Usually, after one of the girls got married, these best-friend relationships fell apart.
Lucia took advantage immediately. “The bad influence of the canvas has clogged your good energy and the energy of those who love you. It distracts your contacts with a woman named, Doris, and that hurts her. It hurts you, too.”
Anne Marie was already blushed and sweaty, the strong emotions were making her breathe heavily.
“Richard is also under the influence of this evil energy, and your life with him leads to further collapse, even though he loves you. You need to find someone who has the energy to fix the clogged tunnels, so that this bad influence does not destroy you and your marriage! You need to fix the harmony. You need to repair your love.”
This, once and for all, destroyed Anne Marie.
“What should I do!”
I accepted that this was enough, and turned off the transmitter and camera. People had no idea how much of their private information was actually available. They provided it freely every day, while talking on their phones, or posting it on social media. The last thing I noticed was Anne Marie’s protruding tits, which seemed to drill through the light summer dress she was wearing.
An hour later, my iPhone signalled that I had a message.
“Wednesday 12:30pm She will be shaved. 3 sessions.”
Lucia was so amazing with her unusual sense of humor. I have no doubt that while Anne Marie was preparing to ‘cure’ herself through an intense sex session with me, also paid a good sum of money as a session fee to Lucia.
I reached over and opened the list I had made. Most of the neighborhood MILFs who deserved to pay attention were on it: Susan Mayers, Ann Mary, Lillian Winters, Rebecca Collins and so many others. I grinned because sooner or later, they would get the white cream they deserved in all their holes. The paranormal and technology — what a wonderful combination.