Head over to her house

I get there around 10:30 in the evening, it’s actually a decently nice neighborhood although I was not thrilled about the hour drive from my college to get there. Her house was out of the main city but close enough to a highway, so that was convenient. I park on the street and pull out my phone. I text her:

“Hey I’m outside near the white car”

She responds: “Oh good! Come on in my parents would **love** to meet you

“That’s alright I really need to head back into town my parents will be concerned if I stay too long.”

“Please?”

I don’t know why but I agreed, and I found myself knocking at her front door, but sadly not her back door.

“Johnny?” she asks as she opens the door halfway.

“Hey Jasmin.” I say.

“Oh come in! Come in! Have a seat right here.”

“Okay but I can’t be here for long.”

“That’s alright thank you for coming” She smiled a radiant smile.

I had to admit she did look nice. This was the first time I have ever seen her; she was about 5’4” with olive skin, and small yet perky breasts. She was wearing a sundress with a pattern on it, a bit formal for wearing in the house but I suspect she expected my presence. It did accentuate her ass as she was walking away to sit on the adjacent part of the L couch.

“Would you like some water?” she offered.

“Sure.” The heater was cranked up more than I would like it to be. “So, who else is here?” I asked as I sipped on my water bottle, she handed me.

“Just my mother and I.” No mention of her dad or any siblings…interesting. On cue her mother came downstairs and my gaze shifted from Jaz’s legs to the bust of her mother.

Her mother was wearing a white blouse with the top three buttons undone, a pencil skirt, had some light make up, and red lipstick on. stand up to meet her mother and she gave me a bit of a blank stare, not like she was happy to see me but not like she was angry either…just blank. That should have been my first red flag I suppose.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you my name is Johnny Glassier.” I said.

“Hello welcome to our home.” she responded and shook hands with me. Her hand was tiny in comparison to mine. She walked towards the kitchen and started preparing something, I could not tell what.

“Please, sit” Jasmin said enthusiastically. I sat back down facing her a little closer now, we were about a foot from each other’s mouth. I could almost feel her breath against mine. I’m bit skeptical of the whole situation but still decide to play along. My eyes darted back and forth between her breasts and her eyes. She had hazel eyes with a hint of green, they were quite…nice to look at to say the least. As if rudely waken up from one of those falling from the sky dreams, I was reminded of why I am here in the first place.

I handed her the hat. “I think this belongs to you now.” I said with a half-smile.

“Wow thank you so much” as she admired the hat and traced the stitching on it, examining it. “It’s such high quality.”

Unsure how to respond I said: “Yeah last year’s president had these made with a friend of his” I said, as I nervously gulped down more water. Maybe I should ask her to turn the heat down, but I should be leaving anyways.

“I have a question for you” she interrupted my thoughts.

Oh god, why do people have to be so vague when they ask that question.

“Yes, what is it?” I responded hopeful and curious. She pulled out a notebook from behind a pillow, as if she anticipated my response. As I took a quick glance, after stealing another glance at the cleavage that was being shown off by her dress, I noticed it was filled with notes I recognized from class. Tt must have been her psychology notebook.

I lost concentration and looked behind me towards the kitchen and saw her mom facing away from us preparing tea. I refocus my attention towards Jasmin.

“We have a quiz tomorrow and I was wondering you can help me out with this. So, the project Dr. Miles wanted us to work on…” I honestly stopped listening, everything else she said blended into the background. This must be the reason she wanted me here, she wanted my help on the questions from our psychology class? What a letdown. I don’t know what I expected— probably us getting to know eachother but shes not my type anyways, she’s just attractive, and there’s something odd about her tone I just can’t tell what it—

“Johnny?” she caught my attention. It was getting harder and harder to focus, everything was sort of a blur the more I was thinking. Why was that?

“Sorry what were you saying?” I responded.

“The hypnosis project. I haven’t found anybody to try it on successfully over video chat so will you help me?”

“Yeah…um sure…what do I have to do again?”

“Just lay down on the couch” she leaned over elbows resting lightly on her knees, hands clasped together, as she stared directly into my eyes. I had a nice view of her cleavage, clever. “…and take a deep breath in…”

“But…I need to get…ho—” I said unenthusiastically as I yawned.

“Shhh…just relax and let a deep breath out” she placed her hand on my knee and lightly moved it back and forth. “Relax for me Johnny…such a good subject. Deep breath in through your nose…. hold that for me…and deep breath out…let it out slow like you’re blowing into a balloon. That’s right.”

She repeated those phrases like a mantra. My eyelids were getting heavy…my breathing slowed along with my thoughts…my jaw slackened. Everything seemed to work in slow motion. She looked up towards the kitchen and made a slight nod. I tried moving my head to the left to see what she was nodding towards, but she gently caressed my face in her soft, delicate hands and we locked eyes again. All I remember was the few phrases she repeated.

“Deep breath in…and out”

“Just relax for me”

“You’re doing so well for me”

“Such a good boy”

I felt a little piece of resistance in a foggy cloud of gloominess. My mind was trying to tell me something. I needed to leave.

“With each breath your muscles relax, and your body feels like cement” as she lulled me back into a tranquilizing state.

I try with all my might and power to stand up until I felt a cold sharp metal object in the side of my neck. I look up and see Jasmine’s mother stare me directly in the eyes with that same blank stare, as my vision goes dark.