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  “Absolutely,” replied Gil. “But I try to avoid doing that because it means I no longer have control over myself.”

  Abby frowned. “What do you mean?”

  “When I channel spirits they speak through me, but they can also take over my body for short periods of time.”

  She raised her eyebrow and gave a slight smile.

  “Do you mean they can possess you?”

  “Yes,” he replied. “Sometimes they do it without my permission. On occasion a very determined spirit has taken me by surprise,” said Gil.

  Abby thought that if anyone could take him by surprise it would be her husband. He’d always had a very…determined libido.

  “It can happen at any time,” Gil said with a strange smile as he directed her towards the door. “Goodbye Abby, and I predict that you’ll finally get what you’ve been wanting…”

  “Thank you, Mr. Godsend!”

  Abby felt emotional, but she was in good spirits. She’d just received confirmation that her husband was watching over her from the spirit world. She was eager to explore this financial lead and hopeful that Gil Godsend was right. He’d certainly been accurate about nearly everything else he’d said. This psychic guy was the real deal…

  She opened the door to leave but jumped in surprise when it was slammed shut.

  She felt Gil standing behind her.

  “You’re not going anywhere,” he growled, his hot breath blowing her hair about her ear. He pinned her firmly to the door with his chest, grabbed her wrists and raised them above her head. “Don’t fucking move,” he ordered. With one sweeping move of his foot he forced her legs apart, making her vulnerable to him. She felt his hardness against the small of her back and heard him unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly. Her heart thumped in her chest, she was shaking uncontrollably, and her mouth went dry.

  She wasn’t sure if she was feeling excitement or fear.

  Then she realized… this was her husband! She recognized his voice and his forceful touch. He had taken over Gil’s body so they could fulfill their fantasy together.

  It was Mark!

  “Oh God, yes…” she whispered between gritted teeth.

  He hiked up her short plaid skirt and gently massaged her taut ass. Then he slapped her hard.

  “You dirty whore, wearing this slutty skirt,” he laughed menacingly as he slipped a finger inside of her. “You knew you were gonna get fucked today, didn’t you?”

  “Stop!” she shrieked as she played along. “Please don’t!”

  Her bad acting skills were definitely those of a porn star.

  “Shut the fuck up and take my cock!” he yelled. With one thrust he forced himself all the way inside of her and she squealed in shock at his size. “Many other guys have been here before me, but you still have a tight little pussy,” he grunted. He pushed her face harder against the door until she could smell the lacquer on the wood.

  “No!”

  “No means yes with you,” he panted. “This is what you wanted. To be helpless and overpowered by a stranger.”

  Abby gave into him. This was what she wanted. This was the real thing, and not roleplaying. But at the same time it was safe. It was another man but it was her husband.

  He pressed her against the door and said all kinds of dirty things to her as he pounded her hard. She could barely think straight. This was so exciting. She soon felt him throbbing as he started to come and she joined him in an orgasm that pulsed through her entire body. He pulled out, leaving a thick trail of semen oozing out of her, and propelled her back into the room.

  He glared at her with his piercing blue eyes.

  “I’m not finished with you yet,” he snarled. He edged closer to her like he was stalking his prey. She backed away from him towards the table and knocked over a Tiffany lamp that shattered into little pieces.

  “What a naughty girl you are, trying to get away from me, and breaking Gil’s expensive lamp,” he said as he wagged his finger at her. “You’ll pay for that… with your pussy.”

  He charged at her and threw her on the table with a thud. Her mug slid off the table and smashed onto the polished wooden floor, spilling coffee across his Persian rug. He pushed her down, tearing her leather jacket as she pretended to resist him.

  “You’re gonna make me come again before I let you go,” he demanded as he spread her legs apart and drove himself back into her, making her feel like she was going to split into two pieces. That hurt a bit. Then he tugged on her hair. Hard. She liked lots of things that others would find violent, but if there was one thing she didn’t like it was having her hair pulled. Her scalp was sensitive. Suddenly this wasn’t so much fun.

  “Ow!” she cried. “Don’t pull my fucking hair!”

  “At least your acting is improving,” he said as he slapped her face.

  Mark never hit her face.

  “You’re hurting me, Mark!”

  “But you like it rough, don’t you?” he bellowed as he held her down by her shoulders and fucked her hard and fast. “You want me to hurt you.”

  There was real fear in her eyes.

  “Chocolate!” she suddenly screamed.

  This was the safe word she shared with Mark.

  But he kept pounding away at her. Why wouldn’t he stop?

  “Chocolate!” she screamed again. “Chocolate!”

  “You’re hungry, are you? The only thing you’re going to eat right now is my cock,” he taunted. He pulled out of her and thrust himself into her mouth where he shot his cum deep inside of her throat.

  He was done.

  Abby lay back on the table and tried to catch her breath. What just happened? Did she just have sex with her husband, or with a stranger?

  A trickle of sweat ran down his face. He bent over her, planted a tender kiss on her forehead and said, “Goodbye, Angel.” He started staring into the distance weirdly, then he collapsed on the floor and his body began shaking.

  Abby’s mind raced. Did Gil lose consciousness? Was he dying? Was he having a seizure? Was he faking? Maybe she should call for an ambulance. Or should she call the police? She didn’t really want to involve the authorities. The whole scene looked very suspicious. Would they think she attacked him? Or had he attacked her? What would he do to her if he woke up? Should she just get out of there while she still could? She stood frozen in panic but before she could make a decision, Gil came to.

  He seemed very disoriented as he clutched his head and grimaced in pain.

  “Are you okay?” she asked him, even though she wasn’t sure if she was okay.

  “I think so,” Gil groaned. “I feel a little woozy.”

  With bleary eyes he saw her standing there. She looked disheveled and wide-eyed, her pale white skin even more pallid than before. Her jacket was torn and her skirt was askew.

  “…But are you okay?” he asked her.

  She shrugged her shoulders. “I guess so,” she said as she straightened her skirt.

  Gil groggily surveyed the disorder in the reading room. He saw that his precious Tiffany lamp was destroyed. He spotted the broken mug and the coffee stains all over the 19th Century Persian rug he’d just bought from auction at Sotheby’s. It appeared as though a thief had broken into the house and trashed the place. Then he looked down and noticed that his tie was loosened, his shirt was partially unbuttoned, and his pants were undone.

  “What the fuck happened here?” he cried in alarm.

  He sincerely seemed to have no recollection of what had taken place.

  Abby filled him in…but left out a lot.

  “Well…you finished my reading. I was about to leave and then you… passed out on the floor and went into convulsions,” she said.

  But not before my husband, or you, or something, fucked me… she thought.

  Gil looked down at his pants questioningly.

  “Oh, and I was worried you couldn’t breathe, so…I loosened your clothes a little,” she said unconvincingly.

  Gil rubbed his temp
les. Abby noticed that his eyes looked red.

  “I must have had a psychic seizure,” he concluded. “Sometimes this happens when I’m overwhelmed by the psychic energy in the room, or when a spirit leaves my body,” he explained.

  She offered her hand to help him stand up.

  “I don’t remember what happened at all, but I’m lucky you were here to ensure my needs were met,” he said with a thankful smile as he took her hand and squeezed it tightly. He stood up but his legs were wobbly. “I’m going to rest for awhile. I have another client coming here soon.”

  “Then I’d better leave,” she said as he led her to the door slowly.

  “Goodbye, Abby, and thank you,” he said, shaking her hand formally.

  “Goodbye again, Mr. Godsend.”

  She half expected him to block her exit again. Instead, he flung the door open wide and she was free to run out into the warm afternoon sun. But her mind wasn’t free. She was confused by what had just happened and she tried to rationalize it. Did Gil really suffer a “psychic seizure”? Could it be that his body was taken over by her husband’s spirit? He did refer to himself in third person during the episode, which was creepy. Then she recalled Gil’s cryptic words; I predict that you’ll finally get what you’ve been wanting. This was what he meant by that, right? He also kissed her forehead and said, “Goodbye, Angel”, just like Mark used to do before he left for work each morning.

  But if that was her husband, why didn’t he stop when she used the safe word?

  Abby had many conflicting thoughts. She was angry with Gil for taking advantage of her, if indeed he did, and she was angry with herself for enjoying it. That was the best sex of her entire life, but was it… rape? Wasn’t that what she wanted anyway? She felt dirty and violated, ashamed and abused, but exhilarated.

  Chapter 7

  It was Friday and Claudia was scheduled to have a massage that afternoon. This wasn’t for therapeutic reasons though, or for pleasure; this was strictly business. The manager of a spa in Larkspur contacted Claudia because she was concerned that her male massage therapist was acting less than professionally. She wasn’t accusing him of offering “happy endings” or “full body massage” to his clients like the seedy late-night massage parlors with flashing neon “open” signs, but there had been complaints from female clients that his massages were sexually suggestive, that he made inappropriate remarks about their bodies, or he invited them out for a post-massage drink, and we’re not talking Gatorade. Claudia’s mission was to ensure that the therapist respected his client’s boundaries, and avoided going near her lady bits.

  Claudia checked her emails before leaving for her appointment but she immediately regretted doing so. She received a flurry of hate mail that morning. Gil’s return to the limelight brought his obsessive fans out of the woodwork and they were on the warpath again. These women were brazen behind the safety of their keyboards, but they were also cowards who were anonymous online. They composed vicious messages but then signed off with pseudonyms that were cutesy or sexually charged. The emails appeared to be written by illiterate halfwits because they were peppered with bad spelling and grammar and missing punctuation. Didn’t these idiots see the red and green squiggly lines before they hit the send button?

  I think u r mean to Gil G cos he dumped u he deserves better then a bitch like u Gil if u r reading tgis I LUV U! lol

  psychichottie94

  your malicious attacks on gil godsend are wrong i don’t think youve ever even seen him at work ive read many of your articles and while some of them are good you you are completely off the mark when it comes to gil you did no real research with him and let your sinical nature get the best of you i pray that you find a way to open your heart to the amazing gifts that gil brings nobody wants to be around your kind of biterness

  Geminibabe

  Did you go too a bad psychic once?? It would explain youre negative attitude. TRUE psychics know exact detaild information WITOUT having to fish for it.. Their NOT tricks. Have you ever spoken with a ghost? Its not easy. I recently spoke to a dead male relative of a women that gave me the pet name that he used to call her when he was a little child when he was was alive. I said it in ONE word, no jerking around!! That peice of information was something SHE only know. Your stereotyping ALL psychics as fruds when some are good ones!. NOT cool.

  Karmachick13

  Hi. I need to contact my dead husband urgently. Please tell me the name of a good pyschic.

  SxxyShadowSpirit

  You say Gils a fake but i think your fake , you should kill yourself!!

  dreamgrrl

  Years ago these insulting messages would hurt Claudia. She responded politely and respectfully to these people as she tried to reason with them. Then they came back with even more abuse and insults so the conversations spiraled into slinging matches. She found herself arguing back and forth late into the night with true believers. She wondered why the hell she bothered trying to save these nasty people from wasting their time and money. In the end, she realized she couldn’t worry about someone being wrong on the Internet. In fact, she found herself becoming a little amused by the crazy spelling errors and madness of these nutjobs. She especially wondered about those people who asked her for psychic recommendations! Obviously they didn’t read her articles at all, or they assumed that she wasn’t skeptical of all psychics, only the “fake” psychics, and therefore she must be the best person to recommend a “true” psychic. Occasionally, she found a genuine message among the trash.

  Today, she found another email asking for her help.

  Hello,

  I had a psychic reading with Gil Godsend last week. Something really weird and scary happened to me afterwards. I can’t explain it but I’m hoping you can. Please help me!

  Abby Cooper

  415-555-6021

  What was going on? This was the second cry for help she’d received about Gil in as many weeks! Claudia was very reluctant to get involved, but she was curious to find out about their complaints. What had Gil done to these poor women? After years of laying low, supposedly to devote more time to giving private readings to his fans, Gil was now back in the public eye to promote his new book and seemingly resurrect his career. She wasn’t sure what to do about it. But for now, she had an appointment with a suspicious massage therapist. She could only deal with one creep at a time.

  Claudia got in her car and set off to Larkspur for her undercover massage. She only reached the entrance to Highway 101 but the afternoon traffic had already come to a grinding halt. To pass the time she switched on the radio and AC/DC’s Thunderstruck was playing. They played that damn song all… the… time. She punched the scan function, but it seemed that every station was playing either AC/DC or Journey. She finally found a station that wasn’t so she quickly hit the stop scan button.

  “If you were flipping through the radio stations and you stopped here randomly, then you are meant to be listening,” said a smooth, sultry voice. “There will be a message just for you…”

  It was Gil.

  “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Claudia sighed.

  She preferred AC/DC to this. She couldn’t seem to escape Gil Godsend.

  “That’s right, everyone,” said the DJ. You’re listening to the Bay Area’s KAZZ radio and I’m Johnny Lombard,” he said in his most practiced voice. “Our guest this afternoon is psychic medium Gil Godsend and he’s going to do some readings for our listeners soon. Gil, I hear the DJs at KNOW in Santa Barbara used to call you… “The Graveyard Guru”.”

  “That’s right, Johnny, although that’s somewhat of a misnomer. Contrary to popular belief, the dead aren’t hanging out in cemeteries. That’s where their earthly bodies were laid to rest but not where their souls exist. Spirits are freed of their bodies and they don’t usually have an attachment to their earthly remains. Cemeteries are spooky places, but you won’t see spirits there.”

  “So, where do the spirits go?” Johnny asked.

  “This sounds like
an answer to a ‘Why did the chicken cross the road?’ joke, but they’re on the other side. The spirits of our loved ones have crossed over to another plane or dimension known as the other side of the veil, a place that some might call heaven.”

  “You heard him, folks!” said Johnny. “The phone lines are now open so let’s take our first caller. We have Stephanie from Oakland. What’s your question for Gil?”

  “Dump him, Stephanie! He’s not good enough for you!” Gil interrupted.

  “Wow! You answered my question before I could even ask it!” Stephanie yelped. “Yeah, I’m having relationship troubles.”

  “I’m sensing that this guy betrayed your trust somehow… My spirit guides are telling me that he cheated on you…”

  “That’s right, Gil, but he did apologize and promised he’d never to do it again.”

  “You can’t trust him, Stephanie. He’ll cheat on you again and again,” Gil warned. “This guy is holding you back from your future potential. Your ego has taken a battering. You need to ditch him and develop some confidence and self-love.”

  “But I don’t think I’ll ever find love again,” she sighed melodramatically.

  “Hang in there, okay?” said Gil. “You’ll meet your soul mate in six months time. Look for a tall man with light blonde hair and grey-colored eyes. His name is Paul. He works in the healthcare industry and does martial arts. Good luck Stephanie.”

  “Thanks Gil!” she said with sudden positivity.

  “Some great advice there from Gil,” Johnny said. “The phone lines are going crazy! If you have a burning question for psychic medium Gil Godsend, call now...”