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ZEBU
by Mark Wiseman

First posted to Ruthies Club (http://www.ruthiesclub.com), home of the Net's classiest erotic fiction, in April 2003.
FIrst public posting April 17, 2004.

CODING -- This story contains:

MF  -- adult heterosexual sex
HYP -- hypnoerotica; that is, the consentual use of hypnosis with sex
CONS -- All sex is fully consentual.

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NOTICE:  This story contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity 
between consenting persons.  If you are not of legal age to read such 
material, or if you find it offensive, then stop reading now.

This story is (c) Copyright 2003 by Wiseguy and may not be reposted 
on any for-profit system.  Posting on a noncommercial site is normally 
okay, but check with me first and do not alter the story in any way.

The full text of this and all Wiseguy stories is available for download 
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I welcome all comments from readers (wiseguy35@hotmail.com).



ZEBU

by Mark Wiseman

Zach approached the hotel room door in a mild quandary. His hands 
were full of Chinese takeout food, but his room key was in his 
shirt pocket. *Oops*, he thought. *Hope Cole didn't decide to take a 
walk.*

With the tip of his foot, he tapped the door in the familiar 
shave-and-a-haircut rhythm. The beats seemed quiet and muddy, so 
he added the two bits with his head.

His efforts were rewarded when his roommate, Cole, opened the 
door for him. "That's using your head," he remarked, seeing the 
red spot above Zach's eyebrows.

Zach groaned. "You want to eat or dodge flying egg rolls?"

"Eat," Cole responded. "But first..." He dug through the bags until 
he found a bottle of rice wine. "Excellent!" Taking the bottle, 
he flipped open the cooler he'd brought with him and plunged the 
bottle into a fresh load of ice to chill.

The guys laid out their dinner on the writing desk in the hotel 
room they shared. Zach wolfed down his food, eating first one 
thing then another directly from the cardboard carton. Cole 
spooned out a bed of rice on his plastic carry-out plate and then 
carefully topped it with Hunan beef and vegetables. He held the 
plate in his lap steadily and nibbled, using his chopsticks 
adroitly, while his eyes looked off into the distance.

"So what's the plan?" Zach asked, gulping down the last of his 
sweet and sour chicken.

"No elaborate plan," Cole responded. "Amy and Regina are coming 
over to practice indirect suggestions with us."

Zach grinned slyly. "I can't wait to slip them a few indirect 
suggestions, if you get my drift."

"You and every other guy in the class." Cole's eyes rolled up 
toward the ceiling briefly before they fixed again on his friend. 

"This is serious, Zach. You heard Wes and Sherri -- if we're 
going to pass this unit, we have to master these language 
patterns. The class time isn't enough to do that."

"I got that," Zach allowed. "But you can't sit there and tell me 
your pants don't get tighter when those two walk by."

The corners of Cole's mouth creased upward slightly. "I'm alive, 
aren't I? Of course they do. But that's not what tonight is 
about, okay? At least, not at first."

Zach looked closely into Cole's face. "You've got something up 
your sleeve, don't you," he challenged, studying his expression 
for hints.

Cole remained impassive. "Let's just say I noticed a few things 
in class that merit some independent study."



"Is this too dressy, do you think?"

Amy paused in the act of tying back her long golden hair and 
looked at her roommate. Regina was wearing black stretch pants 
and a yellow boat-neck top that left her midriff bare. "That's 
the idea," she replied. "Casual and comfortable." Amy wore a 
powder blue warm-up suit. 

"My mom never told me what to wear to go get hypnotized," Regina 
joked. 

"We've been getting hypnotized all week," Amy pointed out. "No 
matter what I wear, it's getting so that as soon as I sit down in 
that classroom I start to zone out." Her eyes went glassy for a 
moment as her mind revisited that state, then she shook it off. 
"Anyhow, that's not really the point of tonight."

"Then what is the point?"

"To practice giving indirect suggestions. We're going to sit 
around playing cards and slipping each other embedded commands 
until we're all fluent in the patterns."

Regina frowned a little. "I see. Are you sure these guys are 
okay? I mean, you saw what a pushover I was in that classroom 
today. What if the suggestions start getting, well, suggestive?"

Amy grinned. "I'd say that depends on how we want to handle it. 
After all, two can play at that game."



At 7:30 the young women left their room, 244, and made their way 
to room 227. The door opened before they could knock, and Zach 
ushered them in.

The room had been rearranged to accommodate the activity plan. 
Cole and Zach had pushed the twin beds slightly farther apart and 
slid the nightstand between them, leaving the lamp and alarm 
clock on the floor near the wall. On the nightstand were four 
short plastic cups, freshly stripped of their Red Bird Motel 
wrapping, and a deck of cards. "We don't have enough good chairs 
for four," Cole explained, "so we thought this would be more 
comfortable than sitting on the floor."

"That's fine," Amy said, looking out the window at the parking 
lot. "Nice view."

"I know," Cole replied. "After paying tuition and buying books, 
there wasn't a lot left in the budget for accommodations. I guess 
that's why so many of our classmates are staying here, too."

"Is anyone else coming?" Regina asked.

"I invited Bob and Donna, but they said they had other plans. 
That leaves the four of us."

"Sounds cozy," Amy remarked while pulling the shade across the 
window. "How does this work?"

Cole gestured toward the beds. "Have a seat and I'll explain." 

Amy and Regina sat on the edge of Zach's bed, facing the window. 
Cole grabbed the cooler and set it on the floor at their feet 
before joining Zach on the edge facing them. He opened the wine 
and poured some for each of them. While they took an initial sip, 
Cole removed the cards from their box and began shuffling. "Have 
you ever seen Zebu cards before?" he asked.

Everyone shook their heads no.

"They're a deck of normal playing cards," he explained. "Except 
that instead of having pictures or pips on them, these cards have 
Ericksonian language patterns. The pattern is on both the top and 
the bottom of the card, and an example of how to use it is 
written in the middle. To practice using embedded commands, we 
play a simple card game using the cards. During each turn we take 
a card from our hand and practice that language pattern with 
someone else in the group. For example..." 

Cole stopped shuffling and took the top card from the deck. "Six 
of diamonds," he announced, showing them the card. "If I had 
drawn this card, I might turn to Zach and say, 'You are able to 
*enjoy playing this game*, because you know it will make you better 
at using embedded commands.' That's the pattern on this card."

"I get it," Regina said. "So the idea is that we sit around 
playing poker, and whenever we get a new card we use the pattern 
on it?"

"That's it," Cole agreed, "except for the poker part. Poker 
requires skill and concentration, and people tend to get very 
into it. The inventor uses a variation of Crazy Eights because 
it's simple and fun. For our purposes, I thought of another game 
that should work just as well or better."

"And that game would be?"

Cole smiled. "Go Fish."

Three puzzled faces looked back at him.

"Think about it," he urged them. "Each turn, you get to ask 
someone for a type of card, say kings. If the person has one or 
more kings, they give them to you and you get to practice the 
pattern on each card. If not, you draw a card and use the pattern 
on that one. When you get a full set of kings, you can lay them 
down and use each pattern again in a combination. We keep going 
until somebody runs out of cards."

"Or until we're all too zoned out to keep track of the turns," 
Amy suggested.

Cole shrugged. "The possibilities are endless," he said with a 
smile.

Cole shuffled the cards some more, offered Regina the cut, and 
dealt seven cards to each player. The rest he placed in the 
center of the table to make the draw pile. 

Regina, being to the dealer's right, went first. "Before we 
start, can we make a house rule?"

Everyone nodded.

"I found out in class today that I'm very susceptible to indirect 
suggestions," she said. "So let's agree not to make any racy or 
embarrassing suggestions, okay? I'd like to keep things simple 
and innocent."

"Fine with me," Cole agreed, noting the flash of disappointment 
on Zach's face.

"You got it," Zach concurred, a little grudgingly.

"Agreed," Amy chimed in, smiling knowingly at Zach.

Regina looked at her hand. She had a pair of kings and a pair of 
fours to start with. "Amy," she opened, "do you have any fours?"

"Nope," her roommate replied. "Go fish."

Regina drew the top card from the pile. It was the five of 
hearts, and the pattern on the card was *Sooner or later you'll 
______*. Regina looked at Amy. "Sooner or later," she said, 
"you'll take another sip of your wine." 

Amy's hand started toward her wine glass, then stopped. "Damn," 
she said, "that was good. I wasn't even thinking about it before 
you said that." 

"Don't overthink," Cole urged. "We'll all have a lot more fun if 
we can agree now to just go with the flow."

Amy finished her sip and looked at her cards. "Good point," she 
said. "So, Cole, do you have any jacks?"

Cole checked his hand. "Sorry," he told her. "Go fish."

Amy drew the ten of clubs (*You may ____*) and looked back at Cole. 
"You may twitch your nose now, Cole."

Cole felt an odd itch in his nose and the muscles twitched. "Good 
one."

Zach had a poor starting hand, without so much as a pair of 
anything. But he did have a king and a decent short-term memory. 

"Regina, do you have any kings?"

"Argh!" she groaned, and handed him her two kings.

Zach looked to Cole. "So now what? I do both of them?"

"Sure," he replied. 

Regina had surrendered the king of hearts (*You might notice the 
sensations in ______ while you _____*) and the king of diamonds 
(*Will you ____ now, or will you _____?*). Zach made eye contact 
with Regina. "Regina, you might notice the sensations in your 
back and shoulders while you relax and take a deep breath now. 
Will you close your eyes and enter a light hypnotic state now, or 
will you take another breath first before your eyes close?"
The girl felt her shoulders loosen as he spoke. Before she 
finished processing his words, her eyes closed and she felt the 
slight buzz that, for her, signaled the onset of hypnosis. 

Surprised at how easily she'd reached that state, Regina shook 
her head quickly and came out of it. "Very impressive, Zach."

He shrugged modestly. "You did say you were easy."

"Only in some ways," she corrected with a wink. 

Cole had a pair of queens. "Got any queens, Amy?"

She snapped her fingers and handed over the queen of hearts (*What 
happens when you ____?*). 

"What happens," he asked her, "when you feel comfortable enough 
to let your guard down completely?"

"I'll let you know," she replied, smiling.

They went around the table again. Regina became the first to 
complete a book, on her third turn, when she obtained from Zach 
the four of clubs (*Maybe you haven't ____, yet*). Remembering the 
effects of the pair of kings earlier, she arranged the cards and 
looked closely at Zach. "It's easy to slip into a trance, is it 
not? Maybe you haven't let yourself relax and let go, drifting 
along on the sound of my voice, yet. Don't close your eyes too 
quickly. I could tell you that you're going deeper into hypnosis 
with each word I say, but you already know that because you can 
already feel it happening."

As she spoke, Zach's eyes glossed over and his shoulders sagged. 
At the words "close your eyes," Zach's eyes closed and he began 
to pitch slowly forward. Cole and Amy each reached out a hand to 
steady him.

Regina squirmed in her seat, her face pink and beaming. "I did 
it!" 

"You did," Amy agreed. "Now wake him up so we can continue, 
please."

Zach's eyes fluttered open on Regina's command. He looked around 
slowly and sat up again. "Wow," he sighed. "That was cool." Then, 
to Regina, he added, "You're getting really good at this."

"I will use this power only for good," she promised.

A few turns later, Amy asked Cole for twos unsuccessfully, but 
drew the two of spades (*Maybe you'll ____*) from the deck to 
complete her first book. With a knowing smile, she locked eyes 
with Cole. "I'm wondering if you'll look deeply into my eyes," 
she said. Seeing that he was already doing so, she continued. 
"Maybe you'll find yourself breathing more deeply and slowly as 
you fall into hypnosis. People don't have to, Cole, go deeper and 
deeper with each word I say, with each breath, with each 
heartbeat. I wouldn't tell you to close your eyes now and go way, 
way down, because you know how good it feels to let yourself go 
into the deepest hypnotic trance all by yourself ... now."

Cole knew it was coming and committed himself to going along, but 
still felt a touch of surprise at how quickly the conscious world 
seemed to recede. Then Amy told him to wake up and he realized he 
was leaning heavily on Regina's arm. He looked into Amy's face 
and saw it had been a rush for her, too-her nostrils were flaring 
and there was a light of excitement in her eyes as she watched 
him.

When Cole's next turn came, he drew a three of diamonds (*You may 
not know if ____*) to complete his first book. Amy put her cards 
down and faced him, ready to be hypnotized, but reading the 
patterns on the cards gave Cole another idea. "Girls," he said, 
looking quickly at both of them, "you may not know if you can 
trust us. You probably already know that we're all getting more 
comfortable with each other the longer we play." They were both 
listening intently to his rhythmic, hypnotic tone. "How would it 
feel if you felt totally at ease with us, able to give and 
receive any suggestion your imaginations can think of? People 
can, you know, feel much closer to each other as they keep 
playing this game."

All three players were now looking into space, absorbing his 
message. Cole smiled to himself and nudged Zach. "Your turn, 
buddy."

Play continued for a while. Regina assembled a book of eights and 
used the opportunity to induce Zach to pour her another glass of 
wine. Zach completed a book of fives and gave Regina compound 
suggestions that caused her to drain her glass so he could refill 
it again. Amy remained quiet, directing single commands to Cole 
when the opportunity came. Late in the game she drew the queen of 
spades (*I don't know if ____*). Her eyes flicked over to Cole 
nervously-he'd asked her for queens several times recently.

Cole spotted the look and took a guess when his turn came around. 
"Amy, have you got any queens now?"

She hung her head and growled. "I guess I need to work on my 
poker face," she said while handing over the card.

Cole looked at the patterns on the queens, which he'd been 
holding for most of the game. While Amy waited for his 
suggestions, he noticed her toying absent-mindedly with the 
zipper on her warm-up suit top, something she'd done frequently 
as the game progressed. *Here goes*, he said to himself. "I don't 
know if, Amy, you've noticed how much warmer it is in here now 
than earlier. What happens when you feel your body becoming 
uncomfortably warm? A person may choose to take off her heavy, 
long-sleeved top because you know how much more comfortable you 
would feel without it. When you feel comfortable in a group like 
this, then it's okay to let yourself be physically comfortable, 
too, is it not?"

Amy blinked once, then blushed. "You cheated," she said as she 
unzipped her top and slipped it off, revealing a plain white 
camisole top. "You could tell I was getting too warm and used 
that."

Cole smiled mysteriously. "Perhaps," he allowed. "Is it cheating 
to use whatever the environment offers?"

Regina's face took on a mischievous expression. "Of course not," 
she offered. "For example: Zach, do you remember those kings you 
got from me a while ago? I'd like them back now, please." She 
took one card from her hand, a newly-drawn king of spades (*You 
might notice how good ____ feels, when you ___*), and showed it to 
him.

Zach groaned and clutched his chest in mock agony. Then he gave 
Regina the three kings from his hand and watched, waiting for her 
to assemble her quartet of instructions.

"You might," she told him in a slow, soothing tone, "notice the 
sensations in your arms and legs, how they relax and become 
heavier, as you close your eyes and let yourself slide back into 
hypnosis for me. You might notice how good your whole body feels 
when you listen to my voice and let each word I say take you 
deeper into trance. You don't have to think about how much this 
game is turning you on, Zach. Will you notice the erection taking 
hold in your groin right now, Zach, or will you remain unaware of 
how very much this turns you on until you open your eyes again?"

This time Zach opened his eyes to the sensation of blood rushing 
to his groin and an urgent need to make room for his expanding 
member. He became aware of everyone staring at him and suddenly 
felt self conscious. Lowering his cards to his lap, he turned to 
Regina. "I think you just broke your own rule."

"Oops," she said. "My bad. I guess I owe you one next time 
around."

"Okay," he replied. "Got any nines?"

"Ahem," Amy interrupted. "It's my turn first. And I'd like Cole 
to kindly hand over any sevens he might be holding."

"Sorry," Cole shrugged. "Go fish."

"Grr!" Amy's frown turned to a smile when she drew the seven of 
clubs (*You could ____*). "You could let me go again, since I drew 
the card I was looking for," she suggested.

Cole laughed. "I could," he agreed, "but that isn't how we've 
been playing so far, so Regina and Zach would have to agree to it 
first."

Regina and Zach exchanged glances and nodded.

"Thank you," Amy said. "Zach, you're not sitting on any sevens, 
are you?"

He grinned. "Nope. Go fish."

This time Amy drew the six of diamonds. "You are able to take 
your turn now," she said to Zach in disappointment.

Zach looked to Cole. "Any nines?"

Cole grinned. "Now that you mention it..." He flipped over the nine 
of diamonds (*... once told me, "____"*) and passed it to his friend.

Zach captured Regina's gaze with his own and adopted his 
hypnotist's voice. "You might not have noticed how very aroused 
you've become by giving me a hard-on," he told her, "Professor 
Stevens once told me, 'It's perfectly natural to be turned on by 
the feeling of power that comes from seeing someone follow your 
indirect suggestions.' A person could, Regina, feel your 
inhibitions dropping away. You might even show me your breasts 
because you know how much you enjoy turning me on, and you did 
say that you owe me one."

Cole and Amy watched, fascinated, as Regina focused on Zach's 
words. Her arms toyed with her clothing as he spoke, and her body 
wiggled slightly. "Okay." Her hands pulled at the bottom of her 
shirt and lifted it off, exposing her white lace bra. She slipped 
the straps off her shoulders and pulled it down. Leaning forward 
toward Zach, she waggled her upper body with a grin and said, "Ta 
daaaaa!" She kept it up for a good five count before sitting up 
again and replacing her bra. "That's all you get for now." But 
she left the yellow top beside her on the bed.

It was Cole's turn. He had three cards left, all of them aces. He 
could see that Zach had only one card left, and Regina only 
three. Amy had a full hand, though. "Aces, Amy?"

"Go fish."

There were only three cards left in the draw pile. Cole took the 
top card: ace of clubs (*You may or may not ____*). Smiling 
broadly, he arranged his four cards and looked at Regina. "I'm 
wondering if you'll take Zach back to your room," he said 
carefully. "Will you continue to seduce him with embedded 
suggestions, or just talk to him for a while, or will you just 
decide to get him alone with you and see what develops naturally? 
One doesn't have to, Regina, feel a strong connection to Zach as 
a result of having shared this game with him. You may or may not 
want him as much as he obviously wants you, but it's okay to find 
out now because the game is over-I'm out of cards."

Regina and Zach were staring into each other's eyes. "I think 
someone wants some privacy," she said. "What do you say we take 
the last of the wine and finish it down at my place?"

Zach picked up the half-full wine bottle and scooted across to 
the foot of the bed. "I'm with you."

Still smiling, Regina put her top back on and led Zach by the 
hand. "Goodnight, all," she said with a wave.

The door closed behind them with a loud click. Cole looked across 
the table at Amy, who still held ten cards. "Looks like I got the 
short end of the stick," she observed. "Three jacks, three tens, 
three sevens, and the last six that Regina was looking for."

Cole pointed to the draw pile. "Would you like one more turn, for 
the practice?"

"Don't mind if I do." She drew the ten of spades (*You can _____, 
because*). "You can," she said to Cole, "start a new game, because 
you know we both want to continue this. Some people enjoy the 
challenge of a one-on-one game, especially when there's something 
at stake. You may even want to get more comfortable before we 
start, perhaps by taking off your shoes or something."

Cole stood up, slipped off his shoes, and sat down in what had 
been Regina's spot, on the same bed as Amy. He scooped up the 
cards, shuffled them, and set the pack down for Amy to cut. She 
split the deck near the middle and placed the lower half on top.

"Let's make this simple," Cole suggested. He dealt five cards 
face down to each of them. He picked his up, arranged them 
quickly, and then looked Amy in the eyes. "When you hear my 
voice, Amy, then you know you can relax and let yourself go for 
me. Can you imagine what we might do at the end of a game like 
this, becoming more and more aroused by the suggestions we give 
each other? Try to resist a deepening sense of desire and 
relaxation as your inhibitions fall away for a while. Will you 
decide to take off your shirt, or will you imagine me lifting it 
off for you while you relax into my arms? You may begin to feel 
the warmth and wetness between your legs as you imagine me making 
love to you tonight."

Amy's eyes were closed and her body was swaying gently. Slowly, 
her hands took hold of her camisole and lifted it off her body, 
revealing her breasts for Cole. His eyes fixed on them 
immediately, taking in the sight of her swollen nipples. Amy 
looked at the cards she'd been dealt. "You can feel yourself 
getting harder by the minute as you look at my body, can you 
not?" she said softly. "What happens when you look at my breasts, 
Cole? You might imagine yourself kissing them, caressing them, 
becoming so aroused you can't think of anything except how good 
it would feel to make love to me. You can take your shirt off, 
Cole, because you know how much you want to."

Focused as he was on Amy's chest, Cole almost didn't realize she 
was speaking to him. He felt his cock turn to iron as he pictured 
himself tasting her nipples and fondling her, preparing her to 
receive him. Then she was waving five more cards at him, holding 
them out for him to take.

He sifted through them quickly, half his mind still mapping Amy's 
body. "You might notice how good your body feels when you take 
off all of your clothes and just lie back on a nice, soft bed. 
Maybe you'll take the rest of your clothes off now. One could 
just slide your pants and underwear down your legs, because 
you're getting so aroused that you'll need to feel me inside you 
soon. You probably already know that I want to make you come over 
and over, as often as you want to. I'm wondering if you'll 
undress and lie back on the bed now."

Amy smiled a lazy smile as she stood up and stripped off her 
remaining clothes.



Regina led Zach into room 244, putting out the Do Not Disturb 
sign as she closed it. "Welcome to our humble abode," she joked. 
It was, of course, identical to Cole and Zach's room in size and 
decor. She waited for Zach to make eye contact. "Well?" she said 
softly. "Any suggestions for me?"

"Maybe one," he replied.



Amy lay back on the bed and stretched, arching her back 
seductively while Cole watched, half entranced. One hand idly 
traced circles on her lower belly; the other held her last five 
cards from the deck. "How would it feel if you came over here and 
went down on me right now, Cole? Don't make me come too quickly. 
Can you really enjoy exploring my body with your lips and tongue, 
bringing intense pleasure to us both? It's easy to become so 
aroused, so completely hard and ready, that you can't remain in 
those clothes one minute longer, is it not?"

Cole was scarcely aware of Amy's words; his focus was on her 
body, and on the things he could picture himself doing with her 
body. Within moments of her final question he was out of his 
pants and kissing his way up Amy's inner thigh, letting her scent 
fill his nose and shut off most conscious thought. He found the 
holy of holies and parted the curtains carefully, probing to find 
the sweetest spots. 

Amy felt his tongue exploring her and let her head fall back, 
relaxing herself into a light trance. Her mind focused on the 
pleasant sensations Cole's attentions brought and intensified 
them. The first orgasm snuck up on her, catching her by surprise 
and throwing her into bliss. The second built up more quickly and 
intensely, aided by Cole's skillful teasing of her clitoris, and 
left her babbling incoherently.

Cole sensed his moment and stood up, pulling Amy to him at the 
edge of the bed. He lifted her bottom and slid his tempered shaft 
inside her. He leaned back and flexed his hips, pulling up with 
his groin muscle, and worked himself in and out in short, 
deliberate strokes. 

Amy felt him pressing against her upper wall. *Oh, shit, he found 
it*, she thought to herself, and prepared to have her bells 
thoroughly rung. Her G spot quivered with each change in 
pressure, sending little shockwaves up and down her nervous 
system. She heard Cole groan and felt him lean forward as his 
cock jammed itself all the way in, twitching and pumping with the 
force of his climax. He pressed the magic spot one more time and 
Amy lost herself in a hard, shuddering G-spot orgasm that sent 
all of her muscles into ecstatic spasms and left her thinking of 
nothing except how incredibly goddamn *good* it all felt.



Regina had Zach sitting upright on the side of the bed. Her legs 
curled around him and she sat on his lap, making contact from 
head to groin. He fit inside her easily this way and she could 
tease him by rocking up and down, working his sensitive head back 
and forth inside her entrance. She had already come once, quickly 
and intensely, when he had fingered her button while feeling her 
from behind. Now she was in control of the pace and could keep 
him on the edge for as long as she wanted.

They stared into each other's eyes, too close together to really 
focus but seeing nothing but the other's face. Their hearts beat 
together, their lungs moving in unison, as they felt the energy 
building inside them and around them. 

Zach felt the change first. Regina's movements became faster, 
more pronounced, and her muscles clamped down tighter against 
him, increasing the sensations he felt. His hands cupped her 
bottom, pulling her closer in. They kissed for a long time, 
tongues dancing together, until he could hold it in no longer. 
His cock strained and then gushed, sending pleasure signals out 
to every part of his body. 

Regina held him and milked him until she felt him begin to 
soften. A gentle push sent him down onto his back and allowed her 
to slide off to one side, tucking herself inside his arm so she 
could go to sleep to the sound of his slowing heartbeat.



The foursome assembled again for breakfast at Daisy's, a 
moderately priced diner next door to the motel. 

"So," Cole opened as they sipped their coffee. "What do you think 
of my studying technique?"

"Brilliant," Zach commended.

Regina giggled. "It was certainly an effective way to practice 
the language," she agreed. "I'm not sure Professor Stevens would 
entirely approve of the application, though."

Cole grinned. "That can remain our little secret, I think. But 
we're not done practicing yet. One might, everyone, meet back at 
our room after dinner for some more practice."

Amy smiled at the embedded command. "Indeed," she agreed. "One 
could even keep the same sleeping arrangements we had last night 
for the rest of the week, might one not?"

"One might, indeed."

They clinked coffee cups and toasted the cards.


*-wg 
4/17/03*

*Author's note: Zebu cards were created by Robert Anue to help 
teach his classes in Ericksonian hypnosis.  They were available 
through most major bookstores, but are currently out of print. 
There is, of course, more to using the patterns than simply 
reading the cards, and results vary from person to person. 
("Zebu" is copyright 1992 by Robert Anue.)*
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