on to Madison

Susan was so excited, she insisted on driving to Madison's house right now.

I was a bit disappointed, but also excited about seeing Susan's mean side.

We arrived at Madison's house in a upper-middle class neighborhood about 10 o'clock. We knocked on the door. Madison's father opened the door and was not pleased about us being there so late.

"Mr. Isaacson," I said entering his mind, "you don't mind us being here. Go get your wife. You want her to meet us."

"Um, OK," said Mr. Isaacson. He let us in and got his wife. Mrs. Isaacson was a MILF. A 40 something version of Madison. I entered her mind as well and soon had them both under my control.

"You two need to go down the street and have anal sex on one of your neighbor's front lawn."

"Sounds good," said Mr. Isaacson, a bit confused. He took his wife's hand and walked off down the sidewalk.

"That was wicked!" said Susan as we went upstairs and barged in on Madison who was at her computer on a social networking site.

"What the hell, Susan?" she said. She stood up. She was dressed in silk pajama shorts and matching halter top. Her long wavy, thick blonde hair was in a pony tail. She had washed off her make up and her green eyes sparkled over her high cheekbones.

"Calm down, Madison," I said. I was in her mind. "Madison, you believe ANYthing Susan says. You trust her completely. You feel sorry for being the worst friend ever. You feel like scum."

Madison looked at Susan and almost cried.

"That's OK, Madison," said Susan. "I'm here to help."

"Help?" said Madison confused.

"Yes, your new so called friends are making fun of you. They all think they're better than you and sexier than you. I'm here to tell you how to prove you are the most sexy and most desirable girl in school."

"Oh those bitches!" said Madison, "You're such a good friend, Susy!"