My fingers gripped her hand and I held it tightly, leading her back to her flat whilst I quietly erased the memory of her lunch date and injected myself as a trusted friend I could feel my influence working by the sudden warmth of her skin and the way her fingers curled around mine, and I could sense her growing eagerness to show an old friend her new apartment. And then like warm oil into a sponge I dripped desire into her brain, and in response I felt the quickness of her breath and a sudden awareness of moisture oozing at the juncture of her thighs.

By the time we...