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 Crazy From The Touch By D.Holzer

   Jim and Lauren were coming to town for the long week-end.  Dave arranged
to meet them and recommended a nice motel nearby.  He had never met them,
but they had exchanged e-mails.  Jim and Lauren had commented on his Mind
Control Stories on the Internet, and later, helped proof-read and edit.

   They got to town Thursday night and went to Dave's house for a late
dinner.  All day Friday they were at some "appointment", Dave didn't ask
for details.  It could be a doctor visit, a business deal, or some event.
They had agreed to meet at the motel Friday afternoon for an early dinner
and to discuss plans for that evening and week-end.

   After eating at the diner across from the motel, the three of them
returned to their room to decide what to do.

   "So Dave," Jim said, "Where can we go for some action in this town?"

   "We don't have to go out, tonight," Lauren added, "We can have lots of
fun right here." She patted the bed next to her.

   "Uh, guys, I'm not really into that at all, myself." Dave replied.  They
had written to him about their active 'Swinger' sex life.  "But by happy
coincidence, the three top 'Swingers' clubs in town are all within a
half-mile of here.  The biggest one is just a block that way." He pointed
east.  "You can walk there from here."

   "So what are you into, Dave?" Jim asked, "What kind of scene are you
looking for?"

   "Yeah, between us, we're willing to do just about anything you come up
with." Lauren added, unbuttoning the top button on her blouse and smiling
at him.

   "Actually, I'm VERY conventional, traditional, and conservative." Dave
answered deliberately, "My stories on the Web are just a hobby till the
right girl comes along."

   "That's no fun," Lauren pouted, "What kind of girl are you looking for?"

   "Uh, mostly someone who's looking to lose her virginity on her wedding
night, and who thinks exclusivity, monogamy, and fidelity are a good way to
spend the rest of her life."

   "Doesn't that make you a hypocrite?" Jim countered, "She has to be pure
enough for you, while you . . . ." His voice trailed off.

   "He's a virgin!" Lauren exclaimed, finishing Jim's thought.

   Dave looked embarrassed and concerned.  When they found out he was a
virgin, some people felt compelled to try to "do something about it."

   "Uh, that may be so," Dave filled in before they could follow up, "But
I've studied Mind Control, and I know the secret of 'The Touch', and that
has to count for something."

   "The Touch?" Jim asked.

   "There's a secret spot on a woman that can force her to orgasm just by
touching her with your fingers."

   "Oh, that . . . ." Lauren's interest quickly faded again.

   "No, it's not at all what you're thinking," Dave continued, tapping his
neck below his ear, "Right here, but you have to know the secret
technique."

   "This I've gotta see." Jim said, "Do Lauren."

   Lauren shifted from her chair to sit on the edge of the bed, tilting her
head to put her neck in easy reach of Dave.

   "This can be really powerful - strong, intense, sustained, overwhelming
. . . ."

   "Go on, I'm ready." Lauren urged, presenting her neck again.

   "And you don't mind me touching your wife in such an 'intimate' way?"
Dave asked Jim.

   They both laughed.

   "You're stalling." Jim accused, "You don't really know any 'secret'
technique."

   Dave took a deep breath and stepped over to stand directly in front of
Lauren.

   "Are you sure about this?" He asked.

   "Yes, I'm sure." Lauren answered impatiently, "Now go ahead.  Get on
with it."

   "Let me give you some simple instructions.  The sensation begins small
and feels - unusual.  It will build and build and build and get more and
more like an orgasm until one of us breaks it off.  I can stop it by
removing my hand.  You have to keep your eyes open.  You can blink and
stuff, but if your eyes close long enough to count '3', that breaks off the
effect.  You can make it a little more intense by staring directly into my
eyes, but I'm told it's not that much different if you look off somewhere
else, as long as you don't close your eyes.  Are you ready?"

   "Yes!  I'm ready.  Let's go!" Lauren blinked several times, then opened
her eyes wide and stared directly into Dave's eyes.

   Dave reached out with one hand and situated his fingers just behind the
corner of her jaw.  He shifted his hand until it settled into place.  He
began to slowly, lightly press and release his middle two fingers,
sometimes together, sometimes reciprocating.

   "Do you feel anything yet?" He asked gently.

   "No." Lauren looked disappointed, "Wait.  There's a bit of a phantom
tickle along my back."

   Dave continued.  The movement of his fingers was so slight it was almost
imperceptible.

   "Whoa.  That feels different.  Kind of warm and . . . .  oh"

   "Keep your eyes open." Dave reminded her.

   Dave's hand remained almost motionless, gently caressing the side of her
face.  Lauren began to sweat and squirm and got increasingly vocal.

   "Wow!  Oh yes, it's building.  That is so great.  Keep going.  Uh-huh,
uh, uh.  Yes.  I . . ."

   A shudder ran the length of her body.  She dug both hands down the front
of her pants to touch herself, and began bucking her hips as she sat on the
bed.

   "Yes!  Yes!  Ahh!  Ahhh!  AHHH!  AHHH!" She was shouting.

   "Don't close your eyes!" Jim reminded her, as he watched her amazing
performance.

   Her whole body was clenched in a sitting position.  Her legs were curled
under the edge of the bed and clamped down.  Her writhing and gasping were
in contrast to Dave's calm, motionless, almost bored, stance.  It looked
like he was trying to take her pulse.  He gave Jim a weak grin and a shrug.

   Lauren's yells were getting louder, in fact, now she was screaming at
the top of her lungs.  The whole room rattled.  Between screams she sucked
in ragged breaths like someone coming up from under water.

   "If you want to stop, just close your eyes!" Dave shouted at her in
between screams.

   Jim hurried back from the bathroom, holding a rolled-up washcloth.  He
jammed it into her mouth as she screamed, and she bit down hard.

   In the relative quiet, Jim said; "She's faking it, gotta be!"

   "Then all of them are." Dave replied.

   Lauren was pounding her heels on the floor, 1, 2, 1 ,2, faster and
faster.  Her whole body looked like it was having convulsions or seizures,
traveling in waves down from her shoulders to her hips and on into her
legs. She was covered with sweat, and her pants were soaked.

   "That's enough for a demonstration." Dave announced.  "It hasn't been
quite10 minutes."

   Dave removed his hand, and Lauren fell backwards onto the bed,
twitching. She continued to spasm for a minute or two.

   "That was amazing," Jim said, "Can you show me how it's done?"

   "There are some things I CAN'T teach, and some things I WON'T teach,"
Dave said, "And this falls squarely into both categories."

   "Oh, come on, somebody taught you." Jim urged, "Pass it on."

   Dave just shook his head.  "Look, I've really got to be going.  It was
great to finally meet you guys, maybe we can still get together for
something over the week-end."

   Lauren was sitting up, still trying to catch her breath.  She had pulled
the washcloth out of her mouth and was using it to wipe up her hands.

   "Gawd, Dave, that was the most fantastic experience I've ever had!" She
gushed, "Better than any orgasm.  How do you do it?  Can we go again?"

   "I don't think that would be a good idea." Dave said, as he pulled out
three ads from the newspaper for upscale 'Adult Encounter' Clubs, which he
set on the table.

   "We've got nothing like this in our town." Jim said, looking them over,
"We have to make a special trip into the city, and even there it's just the
one group."

   Jim was looking from Lauren to Dave and back, trying to read their
expressions.  "This is a set-up, a hoax, right?  The two of you cooked this
up between you to see if you could get me to buy it."

   "Jim, it was for real." Lauren answered, "I didn't believe it myself at
first, but its real.  And SO good.  I'm ready for another try."

   Jim was feeling along the back of her jaw and along her neck.  "How's it
work?  There's nothing special about this spot?"

   "Well, a big component of it is a sort of Mind-Control.  The contact
point is important, but secondary."

   "Hey you wrote, (and more than once, I might add), that Mind-Control was
just fiction, not real." Jim protested.

   "This is kind of a narrow-purpose exception." Dave explained, "It's not
like I made her my slave or something."

   "Don't be so quick," Lauren joked, "I could get used to this."

   "Look, I really do have to go." Dave said, "I'm pretty much open all
week-end, though, if you want to give me a call later to do something."

   They didn't get together again until Monday afternoon, when Dave joined
them for a trip to the Zoo, followed by dinner at a Comedy Club.  Dave
stopped them from describing their sex antics of the previous 2 days,
saying it was more than he wanted to know.  By the time they got back to
their motel room, they had only an hour before they had to leave to catch
their flight home.

   Jim was telling Dave what a great time they had had, and how he'd had a
couple story ideas that he might send Dave next week.  When Lauren came out
of the bathroom she was wearing nothing but a T-shirt and carrying a big
bath-towel.  She folded the towel up and placed it on the bed, then sat on
it.  She had another rolled-up washcloth, which she bit down on
experimentally, then removed.  She looked up at Dave.

   "OK.  I'm ready for a serious try at this, now." She said, "I want to
see how long I can go.  If last time was just a sample, I'm ready now for
the main event." She tipped her head and tapped her neck, like an
invitation to a vampire.

   "I don't know," Dave hesitated, "You were really responsive last time, I
thought it was getting out of hand."

   "You're gonna have to give in." Jim told him, "She has been talking
about nothing else since your last demonstration.  She won't quit until she
gets to try it again.  It has been very distracting."

   "Come on.  We've got nothing else to do till we leave for the airport."
Lisa urged.

   Reluctantly, Dave walked over to stand next to her and reached for the
side of her face.  He drummed his fingers almost absent-mindedly along her
neck.  Soon her eyes began to widen and she reached up and put the
washcloth in her mouth, biting down on it and dropping her hands between
her legs.

   Lauren seemed to get off to a faster start, but it was pretty much the
same as before.  Her thrashings and gyrations got more and more violent,
and Dave had a hard time keeping his fingers in contact.  Throughout it
all, she kept her eyes open, though they lost focus and became glassy. 
Eventually her spasms calmed and she quit moving altogether.  Then she
slumped back and was lying on the bed limply.  Dave had managed to follow
her motion and still had his hand in place.  Lauren's eyes were wide open
and staring blankly at the ceiling.  She wasn't moving at all, except for
her heavy breathing.  Dave and Jim tried to talk to her, but could get no
response.  She gave a little shiver and her eyes closed.

   Dave pulled his hand back.  It took Jim a few minutes of gentle shaking
and calling her name to get her to wake up.  She seemed a bit dazed and
disoriented.  Jim had to prompt her to get dressed and finish packing. 
Dave dropped them off at the airport.  Lauren still looked kind of spaced
out and not fully recovered.

   Lauren e-mailed him the next day.  She thanked him profusely and went on
and on and on about how intense and pleasurable it had been.

   She followed up with another note the next day.  She hoped that he would
consider giving her another episode of "The Touch" and how much she would
be grateful and appreciative.  Dave replied that since she lived in another
state, he didn't think it was likely to come up soon.

   Lauren kept writing.  She was eager and insistent to set up another
rendezvous.  So much so that Dave began to feel like they were plotting
behind Jim's back.  He made sure to mention Lauren's frequent messages to
Jim, and to let Lauren know that he was doing so.

   Lauren was now writing or calling several times a day.  She begged and
pleaded and tried to bargain, offering to perform an amazing variety of
explicitly described sex acts in return for another session of "The Touch".
Dave declined all her offers.  He was getting quite annoyed and a little
frightened by Lauren's fanatic desire.

   Dave wrote to Jim and asked him to speak to his wife about cutting out
the harassment.  Jim said he would, but also that he thought that the whole
thing was a joke.  Jim had research every Tantric technique and secret yoga
pressure point on the internet, and none of them even remotely resembled
what Dave had demonstrated.

   It stopped for a little while, but after a few days she started up
again. Lauren now seemed intent on telling him extreme fantasies about her
willingness to do anything, anything at all, for one more Touch.  When
offers to please him brought no results, she began to describe how she was
willing to hurt, humiliate and degrade herself to prove how loyal, devoted
and desperate she was.  Her descriptions of what she was willing to do were
beginning to make Dave sick.

   Finally a message came in describing a hypothetical scenario in which
Jim died of some unexplainable accident and Lauren collected a significant
insurance settlement and, as a newly free and unattached widow, showed up
at Dave's door with a suitcase full of money.

   Although she hadn't said it outright, Dave interpreted her message as a
threat to kill Jim.  He got in touch with Jim right away and told him his
wife was seriously disturbed, and to look out for an attempt on his life.
While talking to Jim, and trying to convince him to get Lauren into
counseling, he told him that Lauren was not his type and never would be.

   "I just don't see myself with a woman who has boasted to me about the
hundreds of men she's had sex with, both before and after marriage." Dave
explained, "I don't think the images of some of the more disgusting things
she's done will ever let me see her as a potential lover.  She's wasting
her time with all these offers."

   The messages stopped.

  
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   The minivan backed into Dave's driveway early one evening.  He saw it
out his kitchen window and went over to look, wondering who it could be. 
All the windows in the rear of the van had been covered over with brown
paper.  He saw Lauren come around from the driver's side to open the rear
doors.  There's going to be some sort of ugly confrontation, he thought. 
Lauren dragged a blonde girl out of the back of the van.  The girl's wrists
were tied behind her back.  Lauren dragged her towards Dave's front door.

   Dave ran from his kitchen to his front door, arriving at the same time
as Lauren and her captive.

   "What the hell is going on?  Lauren, who is this?" Dave shouted at her,
"What have you done?"

   "Hold the door for Tiffany," Lauren answered, suddenly shoving the bound
girl right at him.  She tripped, and Dave caught her.  "Let's go inside and
talk."

   Dave sat Tiffany down in the living room.  Her wrists were handcuffed
together behind her back, and her mouth was covered with duct tape.  He
turned to Lauren, who was already handing him the key to the handcuffs.

   "Jim let slip why I was getting nowhere with my e-mails." Lauren said,
"Why you kept refusing me, then you wouldn't even respond."

   Dave was unlocking Tiffany's wrists.

   "I should have figured it out myself," She continued.  "I've been into
all kinds of scenes.  Some guys just have very specialized tastes, and
squick at anything else."

   She looked at Dave like she had just pronounced a profound truth.

   "You even told me what you wanted, that one time in the motel, so I've
brought it for you.  Tiffany here is 17, runner-up in our state's Teen USA
pageant, she's been accepted at Stanford and all the Ivy League schools,
she works with disabled kids, wants a career as a mother and schoolteacher,
and, best of all, she's totally cherry.  I've checked her out myself."

   Tiffany was slowly removing the tape from her mouth.

   "Lauren, you're crazy." Dave told her, "You're obsessing over this.  Now
you've kidnapped someone?  Where do you think this is going?  You've got to
get help."

   "Maybe so, but first I want you to do 'The Touch' on me one more time."

   Dave pointed to the phone next to Tiffany and said to her; "Dial 911.C I
think we need the police here."

   "Not so fast, you two." Lauren was holding a gun, pointed at them.

   "Lauren, stop this." Dave implored, "Your throwing away your whole life.
It wasn't even sex.  Hell, it wasn't even real.  I made it up on the spur
of the moment as a distraction."

   "No, you're lying now." Lauren growled, "It's real.  I felt it.  And
we're going to prove it.  You're going to do The Touch for Tiffany, here.
We'll see how she reacts."

   "And if I refuse?" Dave asked.  "You need me."

   "I'll shoot both of you." Lauren said coldly.  "It will be obvious that
you'll never give in, and I'll have the satisfaction of revenge."

   "Lauren, you must know how crazy you sound." Dave argued desperately,
"Put the gun down and let's work things out quietly."

   "Do it.  Do The Touch on her.  And it had better work, too.  If you
don't do it right, I'll shoot you for lying to me."

   Dave walked over to where Tiffany sat.  "I have a couple instructions, .
. .  "

   "Don't bother," Tiffany said, speaking for the first time.  Her voice
sounded hoarse and gravelly.  "The crazy bitch has told me all about it. 
She talked about nothing else for the last 14 hours driving here.  She says
if I let you touch my neck for a few minutes, she'll let me go.  I'm almost
curious about it."

   "Tit for tat, Dave." Lauren said, "I've brought some outstanding tit, I
expect some tat before we're through."

   "When you want to stop," Dave told Tiffany, "Just close your eyes.  You
don't need a safeword."

   "What's a safeword?"

   "Is she a delight, or what?" Lauren remarked.

   Tiffany did not react loudly.  When Dave had been applying 'The Touch'
for a minute or two, she remarked calmly; "That feels nice."

   After another minute, she commented; "So relaxing, it feels very good."
This was followed by a series of soft moans and "ohs".  She seemed to have
quite a problem with keeping her eyes open, though, and Lauren had to
remind her several times.  The moans began to get louder and closer
together, though still nothing compared to Lauren's wild screams.  Soon
Tiffany was breathing hard and drenched in sweat.  Slowly, deliberately,
she turned and locked eyes with Dave.  Immediately the effects increased
and she began to convulse like Lauren had.  Dave pulled his hand away. 
Tiffany sagged back into her chair.

   "Two birds with one Touch," Lauren said, "You've proved it's for real,
and Tiffany is well on her way to belonging to you forever."

   "Forget it, bitch." Tiffany managed to say, even though she still
couldn't sit up.

   "It's my exit strategy," Lauren explained, "What?  You thought I planned
to show up here and give her to you, and you would just say 'thanks' and
chain her up in your basement?  I know I'm crazy, but I'm not that stupid.
We have to let her go at some point.  But if you do 'The Touch' for her,
she'll come back to you and be yours forever, just like me."

   "Lauren, please put down the gun now."

   "Another trade then," Lauren proposed, "You do 'The Touch' for me, I
give you the gun, then you're in charge and it goes on from there wherever
you want."

   Once again, Dave stood beside her and put his fingers to her throat,
stroking ever so slightly.  Lauren surrendered to bliss.

  
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   "Listen, Mom, I'm fine.  A crazy woman kidnapped me and tied me up and
drove me here.  She wanted one of her husband's friends to do some secret
sex technique for her again, and was going to let him rape me in return. 
But when we got here, he wouldn't go along with it and now I have the phone
and the gun and the police are on their way and I gotta go and tell the
cops what happened but I'll call back soon.  Love you, I'm OK now."

   Tiffany hung up the phone.  "Can you believe I got their machine?"

   "You have a talent for summarizing." Dave remarked.

   "I used to sell booknotes to my classmates in Advanced English Lit."

   "Not quite the perfect girl Lauren described?"

   "Hey, it wasn't anything they couldn't just buy for more money at the
bookstore."

   "Lauren will wake up soon.  She wasn't always obsessed like this.  I'm
hoping you'll help me get her some mental help instead of pressing maximum
criminal charges."

   "She's crazy, alright." Tiffany said, "But she did keep her promise I
wouldn't get hurt.  And it was nice."

   "What?"

   "The Touch.  It was nice.  I really liked it.  I'll have to try it again
sometime."

  
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   Jim wrote him a long note on Lauren's progress in therapy.  The good
news was that she was living at home again, behaving normally.  The bad
news was a bit disturbing.

   "She won't talk about this to her therapists, and I only got it out of
her in bits and pieces.  She has a secret theory - almost her own religion.
You awarded her 'The Touch' because you are so good and nice.  When she
tried to demand or bargain for it, she displeased you, and that's when her
life went wrong.  Now she has to live a life that you will find worthy, so
she will deserve to receive 'The Touch' again.  She's being so perfect as a
wife, and on the job, not bothering you or anyone.  I'm afraid she's still
really obsessive, though."

   Tiffany was reading Jim's message over Dave's shoulder.

   "I almost feel sorry for her, having known 'The Touch' but not being
able to have it again."

   Tiffany had ended up enrolling at the nearby State University, in order
to be near Dave.  After a few months, she had moved out of her dorm and in
with him.

   Dave was sending Jim a reply, saying he would do anything they needed to
help him and Lauren, but he didn't think she should see him or do 'The
Touch' again.  She was trying to get over her obsession, not reinforce it.

   "You know I'm just as crazy now as she is," Tiffany continued, "I just
cope better."

   "Crazy?"

   "Yeah, I'll do anything for you.  I'm like a trained seal and you're the
guy with the bucket of tasty fish, you've got the ultimate reward.  I'll
bet you didn't realize that I am a virgin because I used to be a lesbian,
did you?"

   "I don't think the phrase 'used to be' applies to that sort of thing."

   "Well I'm definitely something else now, whether I've changed or just
come to realize it.  My Mom had me figured out years back, but we never
talked about it out in the open.  That's why she didn't raise a fuss when I
said I was moving in with my boyfriend.  She was so overjoyed to hear
'boyfriend' she decided to seize on the lesser of two disapprovals, so to
speak.  I'm not sure what she wants to believe when I tell her we aren't
having sex."

   Dave had moved to the couch to watch the rest of the game.  Tiffany
settled in next to him.

   "Well technically, we're not, yet."

   She put her head on his lap and his fingers found the familiar spot. 
She began to purr