Christina Hendricks

Christina was upstairs taking a selfie.

I had walked in through the kitchen. I saw her and called up to her. "You wanted to see me."

She jumped. "You scared me. I told you not to enter my house without permission!"

"You left a note on my door that I should come see you."

Christina came downstairs. "First of all, it's my pool house. Second of all, you still have to at least knock."

"The door was open."

"It's a nice day, anyway. I want you out by the end of the month."

"Why?"

"You don't pay rent, and when I lay out by the pool, you ogle me."

"I ogle you?"

"I can see you peeking at me through the blinds."

"I can't look out my window if you're outside?"

"Look, I took pity on you when we met as you were a lowly extra and told you were close to being homeless. You had a clean record and good references, but now I want you out."

"I told you, I've been honing my skills as a hypnotist, so I can get into hypnotherapy. I've perfected it. I can try it on you if you like."

"Fine, let's see what you can do. I know you can't make me do anything I would not want to. I've researched it."

I suppressed a smile as my method of hypnosis would put her a lot deeper under than normal hypnosis, and I could get her to do anything I wanted. What she wanted would not factor into this.

We went to the living room, and she sat down. I went to work.