Get her hot.

Gettin Hot In Herre

Michael Hersh gives you an assuring look as you start your session. Looking at the young woman, you start by identifying with her situation, concentrating on the frigid air blowing gently on your face. You need to get in deeper. You take yourself from the bridge rail and open up your form, spreading your arms out so that you can really feel the season. The girl visibly begins to shiver, just slightly. The push is working, but it feels like there's a lot of resistance. Deeper, deeper... colder...

Suddenly the woman accesses a purple tote bag and removes a large fluffy coat, which she promptly puts on over the jacket she's already wearing. Hersh breaks out into laughter as he witnesses the folly.

"Thanks for breaking my concentration," you tell him.
"No problem," he says, barely concealing his levity. The woman takes notice, and looks in your direction. You turn away guiltily until she's again reading her book, then get back to work.

Carefully, you renavigate the intricacies of her mind, using the cold as a sort of key to the very first door. Now inside, you search for something to take you further. Obviously the book she's reading is too far for your own eyes, but you can start to feel the written words penetrating in. The messages are hard to make out, but they feel classic and dated. An image of the letter A appears in your mind's eye, and the notion of The Scarlet Letter is soon within your grasp.

How lucky that she should be reading something you had studied in high school. That only makes it easier for you to slip inside her subconscious, your thoughts and feelings weaving perfectly with hers. With that, her internal musings come flooding, all ripe for you to pick at and toy with. But now that you're in the zone, you do have a task to complete. You need to go in the opposite direction now, imagining yourself very hot and bothered. A little difficult, considering how cold it really is. But you wouldn't get anywhere if you didn't challenge yourself.

The summer before the fall quarter was great. It was your last chance to see your old highschool buddies before they shipped off to their respective colleges. Man, it was a hot three months, often spent at the beach, ogling the girls in their little thongs and bikinis. There was one night alone with Diane, when it was so hot that you both got naked and did it in the wet turf, with the cool ocean tide washing up along your bare bodies. Yah, -that- was hot.

"What are you doing?" Hersh glares at you, visibly annoyed at your drifting. "You've lost her. Look."

The young woman looks flustered as she darts her head around, checking that no one is looking at her. A quick scan of her mind reveals her embarassment, but you can't seem to get any more than that. Her psyche is closed off.

"Look," Hersh tells you again.
"I am looking. I saw," you reply.
"No no, -look.-" He nods his head, down toward your tenting crotch.
"C'mon, let's get out of here. I'll block it out, don't worry."