When I Whisper, “You Are Under My Umbrella”

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I met Mr. Johnson at a business conference in New York, he was simple enough very straight edged type of a guy completely uptight and boring. I was in New York for a photoshoot and Mr. Johnson’s conference just happened to be in the same Manhattan hotel. I could tell right away that I would be having fun with this sappy simpleton. I walked over to him in the hotel lobby, I looked him in his empty blue eyes and said, “How are doing I since that you need a pick me up” Mr. Johnson was shy he said thank you but he was ok. I smiled and gazed deeply into his eyes where I could see his inner obedience, “are you sure you are okay, you look like a storm cloud is over you but I can help you, I can shield you from the storm under my umbrella” as he started to say a response his eyes glazed over and he paused for a few seconds, “I am under your umbrella and I must do anything you tell me to” is what he uttered out his mouth. I wrote my name, phone number and room number on a piece of paper along with the word Umbrella. Mr. Johnson calls me sometimes and when he does I remind him of our great time that he only has flashbacks and the paper with my signature hypnotizing paper spell. Mr. Johnson isn’t as boring as he used to be. Would you like to get under my Umbrella?

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