Mind bondage-1

She looked so sincere. I had a tinge of worry about the worshipful way she spoke of this Mr. Mendoza character, but I had confidence in myself as well. Sure, I had a problem, but I wasn’t some naïve child to be recruited by some cult, if that’s what it even was. She might just have a crush on him for all I knew.

$100. It was about the limit of what I could afford after trying so many things to get to sleep. Her hand was cool and dry on mine. It felt so good simply to be touched by someone. My love life had taken a dive with this sleep problem. But I was sure she didn’t mean anything in that way, she was just one former sufferer comforting a current sufferer.

“Alright, I’ll do it,” I replied heavily. She squeezed my hand and bounced in place.

“You won’t regret this, Adele, I promise you!” she squealed at me. “Follow me to the counter and I’ll get your information. Our shuttle will pick you up from your work or home Friday evening, you don’t even have to drive yourself! It is all part of the service, so not a word of protest,” she grinned back at me as she led me by the hand to the front of the store.