Mr Hypnotist Part 1
When it was over he got this huge standing ovation. As
folks were filing out, Leslie and I debated whether or
not to go to the party. Well, it wasn't really much of a
debate. Leslie really wanted to go and I was only a
little hesitant. So we went.
And it turned out to be a lot of fun. There was plenty of
good food. And no booze at all which made me relax.
I got to meet the magic guy and he was real nice. He
was also quite a looker close up. He had a great ass
and, if his costume were any indication, he was pretty
well hung. Of course, I pretended not to notice.
Leslie called me over and introduced me to the guy
who had given her the tickets. He seemed a little shifty
to me. I'm not sure why, there was just something
about him. She also introduced me to her friend who'd
been in the act. He couldn't remember anything about
it at all. He just said he felt great. In fact he'd never
felt better in his life. But I didn't talk to him very long.
He really stank of onion. But he didn't know that
either.
Later, I introduced Leslie to the Magic man. And while
we were talking I noticed the shifty guy talking to the
Hypnotist. I might not have paid any attention, except
the two of them kept glancing over at us. I supposed
they were talking about Mr. Magic, but it still gave me
the creeps.
It was a nice party, but broke up fairly quickly. I
glanced at my watch and figured it was time to leave.
It was just late enough that I could have gone home and
to bed without another thought. But it was just early
enough that I could have gone out with Leslie to a
coffee shop to spend a while chatting. I wondered what
she wanted to do. Where was she? I finally spotted her
talking with the Hypnotist. She waved me over. For
reasons which I couldn't explain, I started getting that
creepy feeling again.
