"Go catch Boomerang" Phil screamed while his ancient college hoody was barely keeping him warm on one of those perfect early spring days. The kind of April day in which it looked a lot nicer outside then it really was. But you're still able to convince your self it is a lot warmer. The Border collie runs out after the Frisbee catching it mid air. The dog proudly strutts back to him dropping the Frisbee at Phil's feet. Phil bends over and lightly plays with the dogs black and white furry face.
"You know what Boomerang you really are the best friend any man could ask for." Phil prepares another throw then catches the sight of a beautiful brunette wearing new clothing from the local university. He changes the trajectory then releases the disc. The dog takes off after the Frisbee at full tilt completely oblivious of the other object slowly moving in his way. Boomerang jumps into the air and lands at the feet of the young woman.
"What a cute doggie!" She screams and drops to her knees grabbing the sides of the face of Boomerang. She leans over and starts to talk baby to the dog. Phil picks up his backpack and walks over. He knows he is too old for this girl, but he can flirt even with his receding black hair with specks of salt in it.
"Sorry about Boomerang almost hitting you, I have bad aim and well he can't help himself." She giggles, taking off her headphones and looking up. Even covered in sweat, no make up, hair in a pony tail, in jogging pants and a sports bra this woman was stunning. He extends his hand then narrows his eyes "hi I am Phil, and you are... look really familiar?"
She bends her head to the side and stands up extending one hand while still petting the dog with the other. "Usually I think that is a line, but I think your telling the truth, you also look familiar. Oh by the way I am Greta."
They both shake and she gets back on her knees. Phil drops into a squat and is at eye level with her, a cold breeze starts to pick up while clouds gather in the western skies. Phil grabs the bottom of his jaw and closes one eye "Where do I know you from? Mmmmmmmmmmm."
"Aren't you going to get a cramp sitting like that?" She asks looking over at him still playing with the dog.
"I got used to it. I used to travel a lot taking pictures for travel magazines. When you spend a lot of time in Asia you have to get used to squat toilets and squatting becomes comfy for you." He states in a half tone still trying to figure out the connection.
"My roommate is Asian! Have you been to Korea? That is where Kim is from," She looks at him and his face lights up. Greta's eyebrow lifts a little in confusion.
"That's it! You were the really- I mean you were the girl that was selling cookies for the math team last summer." She smiles and looks at him, "I squatted down to pick up the form you dropped and you said the exact same thing!"
"Wow that is an amazing memory mister! But you did not have this cute little thing back then and you said you were moving soon back to Asia." She leans into the dog's face giving it a big kiss as the dog lightly licks her face.
"Well plans change sometimes, my parents had to move into a home and Boomerang became mine. The only way I could get them to move was to promise I would keep the dog at all costs. So I gave up the travel photographer gig and made my tempt job permanent. It's hard to travel with a dog."
"What is your job now?" She asked still more interested in the dog then Phil. Phil had started getting used to that. When he was travel photographer finding girls was not hard. He was also younger and more attractive then but more important he had a sexy exotic job. Now when he told those seemingly ancient stories he felt like a 35 year old talking about his glory years on his high school football team. Instead of almost winning state for Phil it was almost getting a staff position at National Geographic.
"Well nothing to exciting. Weddings, birthdays and school functions, I saved a far amount when I was younger and about twice a year I get a contract to do some travel gigs. It pays the bills and lets me live a free a lifestyle." She bought the white lie and smiled. Phil knew he was on hard times and there was not enough work in this town. He did a mental check to make sure not tell her about how his bag was full of want adds. "So how is the math team these days? Did you raise enough money?"
Greta looks up; an odd expression crosses her face like he had touched on previous time. Similar to the one his grandma used to give him when he asked about World War II. "Well I had to quit, I am still a math major but, uh, I got a part time job."
Phil was interested, the girl was not a good liar and he had hit something. Something she had not even thought about ever. "Well if you want someone to talk too feel free."
Her head darts around, then she stands up quickly making jerking movements, "Well I should finish my run; I have a lot of homework."
"Well, if you know, want my number you could you know- Boomerang Fuck!" Phil looks at the dog as he jumps on Greta knocking her to the ground. The dog immediately gets off her and hangs his head low whimpering. "Bad dog!"
Phil walks over to her and squats down with a big sigh "Are you ok? I am really sorry."
"I am completely fine just a little dirty." She states in a monotone her eyes glazed over and staring directly above her. Phil looks into her eyes and at her face, her expression just as blank as the monotone voice.
"Could you sit up so I can make sure your fine?" She sits up leaving her legs on the ground and her torso at a perfect ninety degree angle. "Are you sure your fine?"
"I am completely fine as you would say. Just a little more dirty then usual after a run." Still in a perfect monotone that only a computer could emit. Phil looks into her eyes just staring blankly.
"Why are you talking in a monotone?" He asks bringing his face very close to her face.
"Because that is how I am suppose to talk in this state of mind." She responds. Phil leans back and looks up into the air. The clouds were starting to get denser and darker.
"And what is your current state of mind?" He looks at her again for any change in her body, and there was none at all. A person could have punched her in the gut and she would not even flinch.
"I am in a state of hypnosis."
"You're shitting me!" He shouts and stands up towering over her.
"I cannot lie when I am in this state."
"How did I put you in this state?"
"You used the command word."
"And what was that?"
"Boomerang fuck." Phil looks over at his dog and Boomerang comes up next to him. He pets the dog, Phil then darts his ahead around verifying that the park is empty he leans over to her ear and whispers.
"What can someone do to you when you're in this state of mind?"
"Someone can plant suggestions that will seem completely natural to me."
"Who put you into this state of mind?"
"You did."
"Shit." Phil says to himself. He scratches his chin then leans over again. "Who was the first person to put you in this state?"
"My master."
"Now we are getting somewhere. Why did your master put you in this state?"
"To implant suggestions."
"God damn it, what suggestions did he implant, no wait a second, what are all the suggestion he has ever implanted in your head." Phil asks with a slight quiver in voice.
