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Dave got into his car. Awful nice that the pilot of the plan let him put his car into the storage for the trip. The car is a red Ford Mustang. He opens his laptop up. Lucky he had in app for the animal tracers that he got. He sees the one that Emma is doing. She must be in a car, for how fast she is going.
Dave starts his car up and follows the tracer. Took him about 15 minutes to catch up with Emma. He don't dare to get to close to her car, and stay far back enough, that it wouldn't make her think he is following her. This is going to be fun. He never thought British women were so hot. They are hotter then his ex-wife. That is saying something right there. His ex-wife was the hottest woman he ever meets.
It starts to get dark out, he turn on his head lights. Hopefully she is going to place where there aren't a lot of people, and wouldn't get interrupted. Following Emma's car remind him of the night before the divorce with his ex-wife.
He was on his way back home from work, when he saw her car pull out of the place of a house with a party. He went pass the house early that night and saw her kissing someone in the front yard. This was couple days after when she was saying she going to divorce him. That night he found on why she wanted to file a divorce. It was because of another man.
Emma made a right turn onto a dirt driveway. Highly unlikely place for a celebrity like Emma Watson lives. It like a normal house you would fine in a town. A two story building sits on top of a hill, a medium size garden in front of the house. A long black fence going around it. Nothing fancy. Dave parks the car on the road across it. Turn it off. He watches as the headlights of Emma's car make it way up the hill, and turn off. He got out of his car start to walk across the road, and up the dirt driveway.
While he did this Emma open her door to her house. She walks in and close it the door. Inside she put her key on the counter, and went to the fridge. She searches through the fridge for something to warm up. She fined some pizza she orders yesterday, put some pieces in the microwave. After she did this, there was a knocking on the door. She walks to the door, and saw the guy she was talking to about his daughter.
Emma: Okay the last thing I need is some fan following me all the way home.
Dave: Well sorry, see I have no place to crash, and I know no one in London, and I figure you wouldn't mind letting me stay here.
Emma: You know there is a hotel up in town.
Dave: Oh, well may I use your bathroom quickly, and I will be out of here. I promise.
As Dave lie, he try to hold in the smile. His family is cursed when lying they smile a little bit. His whole family is that way.
Emma: Fine, then out.
Emma move away from the doorway. Good thing her mother isn't here right now or she would of freak for her letting a man in the house. Emma can not help but feel something is not right about that man. Why would he follow her, and expect her to let him stay the night? If he came here on a vacation, or on business, he would know about booking in a hotel.
Dave starts his car up and follows the tracer. Took him about 15 minutes to catch up with Emma. He don't dare to get to close to her car, and stay far back enough, that it wouldn't make her think he is following her. This is going to be fun. He never thought British women were so hot. They are hotter then his ex-wife. That is saying something right there. His ex-wife was the hottest woman he ever meets.
It starts to get dark out, he turn on his head lights. Hopefully she is going to place where there aren't a lot of people, and wouldn't get interrupted. Following Emma's car remind him of the night before the divorce with his ex-wife.
He was on his way back home from work, when he saw her car pull out of the place of a house with a party. He went pass the house early that night and saw her kissing someone in the front yard. This was couple days after when she was saying she going to divorce him. That night he found on why she wanted to file a divorce. It was because of another man.
Emma made a right turn onto a dirt driveway. Highly unlikely place for a celebrity like Emma Watson lives. It like a normal house you would fine in a town. A two story building sits on top of a hill, a medium size garden in front of the house. A long black fence going around it. Nothing fancy. Dave parks the car on the road across it. Turn it off. He watches as the headlights of Emma's car make it way up the hill, and turn off. He got out of his car start to walk across the road, and up the dirt driveway.
While he did this Emma open her door to her house. She walks in and close it the door. Inside she put her key on the counter, and went to the fridge. She searches through the fridge for something to warm up. She fined some pizza she orders yesterday, put some pieces in the microwave. After she did this, there was a knocking on the door. She walks to the door, and saw the guy she was talking to about his daughter.
Emma: Okay the last thing I need is some fan following me all the way home.
Dave: Well sorry, see I have no place to crash, and I know no one in London, and I figure you wouldn't mind letting me stay here.
Emma: You know there is a hotel up in town.
Dave: Oh, well may I use your bathroom quickly, and I will be out of here. I promise.
As Dave lie, he try to hold in the smile. His family is cursed when lying they smile a little bit. His whole family is that way.
Emma: Fine, then out.
Emma move away from the doorway. Good thing her mother isn't here right now or she would of freak for her letting a man in the house. Emma can not help but feel something is not right about that man. Why would he follow her, and expect her to let him stay the night? If he came here on a vacation, or on business, he would know about booking in a hotel.
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Emma Watson Hypnotized (Part 3)
I took Emma back to my house, when we arrived, she put her bag in her room. She came down to meet me, she had changed into a flora- patterned shirt and a matching skirt to go with it. We went out to the backyard, and she pulled me in and kissed my lips "Master," she said, "I love you. I will serve you forever."
I guess you could say I was scared things were gonna go too far, but I didn't want Emma Watson madly in love with me. "Emma, wake from trance now." I said, hesitantly.
Her head swayed, then she looked hopping mad. "You! I won't forget this! I will get you back for this!" She screamed. She charged into the house and out of the front d
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Emma Watson Hypnotized (Part 2)
Emma Watson remained kneeling, still repeating "I am your Slave."
"Stand up, Emma." I commanded. Once she was on her feet, I said: "Go change, I want to see you in a different outfit. When you return, you will want to show your love and affection for me."
She grabbed an outfit that was hanging in the closet, laid it on the bed, and began to strip. First the necklace she was wearing came off, then the bottom part of the dress, then the top. She then proceeded to put the green dress on. As soon as she was done getting dressed, she wrapped me up in a tight hug, and kissed me on the cheek. "I love you, Master." She said.
She pinned me to the
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Emma Watson Hypnotized
I have been in love with Emma Watson since I watched the first Harry Potter movie when I was twelve. And today, I'm a psychologist specializing in hypnosis, going to an Emma Watson signing in my hometown of New York City.
I've used hypnosis to help people get rid of phobias and overcome problems. I've never used it for my own personal benefit before.
Until now.
I went to the Emma Watson signing one of the malls in New York. I bought a picture from her. She was wearing a white dress that day, looking hot. "Who shall I make it out to?" She asked me, as she began to sign the picture.
"William." I said. She finished signing it, then handed me
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second part of the story. getting closer to the hypnosis part. Keep on waiting. Hope you enjoy. comments will be grateful.
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