He wanted to get at her cunt again, to lick her silly. In a second she felt her fingers closing around the brass doorknob, tightening, starting to twi...st it around. Was she going to open the door, let him in? She was dizzy with confusion, uncertainty. Again Linda stopped, biting down on her sore lower lip, feeling the awful morality of the situation. Then another rush of hot flashes seared her cunt. Her knees were trembling as she finally twisted the doorknob all the way, defying her moral side.. The one friggen time she's gotta be on time." I thought to myself as I threw on my robe and went downstairs to get the door.I opened the door. Pat looked me over. "What not ready yet?" she giggled."No I'm ready to go. What's the matter? You don't like my new outfit?" I asked sarcastically as I modeled my robe for her."Oh no. I love it. I just thought you might be a bit over dressed for and afternoon of drinking. That's all." she retorted. "Well then I guess I could just go without it." I said. If the door's locked, just knock and I'll let you in." Service with a smile, he thought. Service with an ulterior motive too."Great. Thanks very much. I really appreciate this." She flashed him a big, lovely, toothy smile, and then turned and walked out the door. She had given him her business card and he noticed that she was listed as "Customer Assistance" at the most exclusive women's wear shop in town. That would account for the lovely dress and jacket she was wearing. He smiled and wondered. And again, almost instantly I knew she was not.I was enthralled by the simplicity of how this worked.For my next step, I decided to try degrees, so I wondered how thirsty she was. Surprisingly, she was a little thirsty."Wow, this is great! Simply by focusing, I can instantly know and understand her feelings," I realized.Bolstered by my little successes, I wondered what her favorite color was. Blue came to my mind. A deep, rich shade of blue. I opened my eyes as I asked, "Grace, would you tell.