Jessie went into the office almost as soon as Gramps left. She wanted to have more time with the book this time around. She opened the box. This time she wasn't quite as surprised that the condition of the newspaper wrapped around the book had once again improved. As she unwrapped it to show the words
Nixon Resigns!
, she noticed it looked as though it could have come from that morning's newspaper.
She carefully set the newspaper to the side and touched the book. Once again it felt very much like skin to her, reminding her of a very specific anatomical feature. She felt an almost overwhelming urge to
taste
the book. It didn't feel anything like a book in her hands, so she found herself desperately wondering if it would also taste like something other than a book. She held it up close to her face, smelling it. The smell was familiar to her, but not what she was expecting to find in an old leather book. Tentatively she reached out with her tongue and carefully licked the cover of the book.
She was instantly transported into a dark, musty smelling place. There was very little light in the room, but she could make out what appeared to be stone walls and stone columns. She looked behind her and there was what appeared to be a bed laying on the floor. Beside it were two stone tables with bowls containing a dark liquid that was slowly burning to give off the only light in the room.
She heard a voice in the darkness. In front of her.
"I have waited a long time for you to come to me, my child," the voice said. The voice was somehow both familiar to her and completely foreign at the same time.
"How is that possible?" She asked. "I am only 11 years old. You couldn't have been waiting that long."
A man stepped into the sparse light being cast by the lamps behind her. He reminded her of Principal Skinner, except that his hair was completely black and his skin was much darker.
"There has been no one with your abilities for over 5000 years," he said, "so it has been a very long time indeed."
"So most people can't do the things that I can do?" She asked him.
He laughed, a deep hearty laugh that made her feel as though she needed to join in his mirth, even though she had no idea what he found so funny.
"Almost no one. There have only been a dozen or so that were even close in the entire history of mankind."
She pondered this. It seemed almost impossible that this could be true, and yet she had definitely noticed she had never even heard of abilities like hers being talked about by anyone.
"So you can teach me about my abilities?" She asked him.
"Yes," he said, "but I sense there are other things you want me to teach you about first."
She felt herself blush, but knew he was right.
-i see you have already taken over, mistress-
There were two things that Jessie noticed immediately. Not only had Jaleh taken control before Jessie regained consciousness, but she had taken more control than usual, leaving Jessie access to only two of her senses - sight and sound. She was no longer aware of what Jaleh was thinking or feeling. She couldn't feel her own body, nor had she any sense of taste or smell. It was as if she were watching a 3D movie from her own body's point of view. She could hear what was going on, she could see what was going on, but
nothing
else.

The other thing she noticed is the return of the clearly defined power dynamic between her and Jaleh. Ever since she had allowed Jaleh's presence inside her own body, she had noticed that the automatic sense of submission she felt when visiting the book was no longer in effect. She found herself
deferring
to Jaleh because of her superior knowledge of the experience they were sharing, but she no longer found herself automatically referring to her as
mistress
. In that moment, the natural sense of submission was back. She couldn't help but add the honorific at the end of her communication with Jaleh. She had naturally submitted her will to Jaleh. She wondered if maybe it was related to her lack of most of her senses, but she couldn't be certain.
The last thing she noticed was that Jaleh was not responding to her in any way. Normally when she would reach out to Jaleh with her mind, she would respond almost instantaneously, almost as if she had already anticipated what Jessie was thinking. But in that moment, there was no indication that Jaleh had even heard Jessie's comments at all.
She watched, but didn't feel, as her body got out of bed, stopped in at the toilet, and then headed into the closet.
-what is going on, mistress?-
There was still no response, not even a sense that Jaleh had even heard her.
This made Jessie feel a sense of panic. This was much more disorienting than anything she had felt before under Jaleh's control. What exactly was her companion up to?
She watched as Jaleh got dressed in a short, black, leather skirt and a simple white cotton tank top that left quite a bit of her midriff bare. She wore nothing underneath. She did put on the black heels that Jessie had bought in Paris to go with the sexy black dress Tom had bought for her. She stopped in the bathroom to fix her hair and makeup before heading out to the living room to find Tom.
"Come, moppet," she said to him, "we are going out."
For a brief moment, Jessie felt all of her senses, but it was incredibly confusing to her until she realized she was not feeling her senses at all, but was feeling what
Tom
was feeling. She still saw from her own eyes and heard from her own ears, but she felt Tom's arousal pour into her.
He
knew
what it meant to hear the term moppet being used. It had only ever been used when Jaleh was in charge. Even though Jessie had never told Tom that Jaleh was sharing her consciousness, he knew enough to equate the use of the archaic word with the fact that something wild was about to happen.
She sensed two powerful emotions within him. The first was submission. When Jaleh was in charge, she always pressed her will against his with considerable force, demanding his submission to her, which he immediately gave. Jessie realized that this was an integral part of his own fantasies. The idea of being so quickly and effortlessly forced to submit himself to a woman filled him with lust. She could feel the blood rushing down into his cock, which became almost instantly and uncomfortably hard. His arousal was intense and he immediately felt a sense of anticipation for what was about to happen.
The second emotion she sensed in him was nervousness. Once Jessie had realized that she had been acting like a wrecking ball when using her powers, both as a young girl
and
as an adult, she had promised Tom that she would exercise more control over her actions. The evening with Rebecca had been an attempt to show Tom a little more of that restraint. But now she could sense that Tom knew that the woman who had just bent him to her will was no longer considering safety as her top priority. She could sense a little disappointment that Jessie had so quickly seemed to abandon her resolve to be more careful, but that disappointment was quickly overrun by the intensity of his lust.
Once Jaleh had let her sense what Tom was feeling, she was once again cut off from all senses except for sight and sound.
-what are we doing, mistress?-
Again it seemed as though her thoughts were being formed in an echo chamber. There was no indication that Jaleh was even aware of what she was thinking.
-mistress? why aren't you listening to me?-
This time the response
was
immediate.
Her senses were cut off completely. As she tried to communicate her fear about what was going on, she found herself unable to even formulate the words in her own mind. It was incredibly frightening to feel so completely powerless.
Jaleh had gone into Tom's memories to find this location. He had gone here relatively often in his early days in college, and even several times in the early days of his relationship with Jessie, before anything more serious had ever developed between them. There were things that happened here that would suit her purposes quite nicely. Tom had only ever gone there to use the video booths in the back, but this time, Jaleh had more interesting plans.
It was time to change the dynamic of what was happening with the girl. She had given up the book entirely for this young man. She was once again putting her feelings for him ahead of her powers and her connection to the book. Jaleh feared that she was getting close to making a decision that would ruin the best opportunity she and Hamid had had since the day the book was created.

She knew that in the long run, Jessie would be better off without this man who had proposed to her. The other magi would eventually come to her. Together they would be able to accomplish so much, and Jaleh and Hamid would both have an opportunity for an incredibly rich experience with them. It was clear that the girl's feelings for the young man were getting in the way of her realizing her full potential.
Jaleh
knew
that she was running out of time to act. Soon enough, the girl would understand that she could easily take control away from Jaleh, and force Jaleh to submit to her, instead of the other way around. If Jaleh could set the wheels in motion to send Tom on his way, and then allow the other Magi to take his place, it would be better for everyone involved. She was
sure
of that. Hopefully keeping the girl in fear would prevent her from realizing that she held all the power in her own hands.
They walked into the adult bookstore. She looked over at Tom.
"I need you to get a bunch of tokens for the video booths in the back, moppet," she said to him. She pressed on him with incredible force. She could feel the lust swelling within him with an incredible intensity. He looked around and saw the men in the store taking notice of his fiancée, just as they had done on the subway ride over. She was dressed so that men would notice her, and Tom felt his desires pressing into him as they were clearly noticing her.
