Dakota Johnson

I had rented out a room above a garage in a swanky Beverly Hills neighborhood and got a great deal because the owner was a former high school best friend of mine who made it big in computer software and app design. He then got married to an Italian model, and they decided to move to the Italian Alps, but he gave me a year's lease, so the new owner could not evict me right away.

The new owner was actress Dakota Johnson. She made it clear that she was not happy with my living in the garage apartment, and put the rest of the house, including the pool off limits. We rarely ran into each other after that.

One day she ran into me, and I could tell she wasn't exactly thrilled.

She offered me $25,000 to move out. I asked if I could try my hypnosis on her as I've been training to be a master hypnotist for years. I learned a method of deep hypnosis that could bypass a person's normal inhibitions.

"Hypnosis is a joke. It's a cheap parlor trick," said Dakota. "It only works on weak-willed people."

"If I can hypnotize you, I break the lease and move out, and you keep your money, but if I hypnotize you, you let me stay rent free."

"Deal!"

It was tough, but I put her under.