having problems with her extended family. They are always having minor disputes or needing to call on psychics for help. She used me once about five years ago, and ever since, when she needs someone who knows his way around the occult, she gives me a call."
He was a good driver, even though he tended toward being a bit scatterbrained. Each time the car approached a stop sign; he would meticulously slow to a stop, and then remain immobile for exactly three seconds. Following the pause, he would check all of his mirrors, look both ways, and then move forward through the intersection. In spite of his attention to detail, he didn't seem to have any trouble continuing to keep track of his own thoughts.
I was impressed.
"Anyways, the whole reason she gave me a call today is because her daughter lost an engagement ring, and she wants me to give her a hand in finding the damn thing."
"You find lost objects?"
"If I was high, I might be able to pull something like that off, but I can't just enter the astral realm and walk around at will. Besides that, I don't have enough time to deal with a full on trip today. No, in these sorts of situations, it is better to use my intuition and problem solving skills. Rita already trusts me, so she's more likely to share information than a new and more skeptical client."
"So you're basically a con artist."
The car came to an abrupt stop.
"What the fuck?"
"Stay here a minute."
"What did you just call me?"
"It's cool, just stay here a minute. Rita doesn't want to see my tits pop out of my shirt."
I left him fuming in the car for a couple of minutes.
He ended up stopping right in front of a laundromat, and I knew that this would be the easiest opportunity for me to change clothes. With a strut in my walk, I moved confidently into the building, and walked straight for the dryers. There was only one person in the building at the time, an older man about the fifty-five years of age. I smiled at him, and then opened up a drier that appeared to have women's clothes, and not too much time left on the timer.
The first try didn't produce what I was looking for, but by the third load I looked through I found a great dress that was just my size.
"Excuse me ma'am..."
I also found a leather jacket. No boots though.
"Ma'am..."
I let out a deep breath and did what was asked of me in the moment. Dropping my pants to the floor first, and then pulling off my shirt, I turned around and addressed the man.
"Can I help you?"
Mind you, I didn't stop changing into the dress and jacket, but that only took a few moments, during which time the man turned obvious shades of red, and diverted his gaze to the side. I threw my clothes in the dryer and shut all three doors one after the other.
"Thanks!"
Erol was there waiting with an exasperated and skeptical look on his face. I opened the car door and then sat down once more.
"Drive."
"Did you just steal those clothes?"
"I traded them, now get a move on it."
The man from the laundromat had regained his composure and was now outside of the building trying to flag us down. Erol quickly realized that the man was waving his arms in our direction, and on impulse accelerated the car back into traffic.
"Christ, you called me a con artist and then you immediately go out and steal a whole wardrobe from some stranger at a laundromat."
"Traded, I told you. Besides, don't you think this jacket looks good on me?"
I swear I could see him start to grow more irritated by the moment. I was having a good time, but I didn't need to deal with getting him too upset. I decided it was time to lay off for a while.
"Also, don't worry about the problem with your client Rita, I'll help you out."
"Help?"
His tone was highly skeptical. In one word he made it very clear exactly how little he thought of me in that moment. I didn't mind personally.
You only really care about what other people think about you if you don't understand what you're capable of doing. If he didn't think I
He was a good driver, even though he tended toward being a bit scatterbrained. Each time the car approached a stop sign; he would meticulously slow to a stop, and then remain immobile for exactly three seconds. Following the pause, he would check all of his mirrors, look both ways, and then move forward through the intersection. In spite of his attention to detail, he didn't seem to have any trouble continuing to keep track of his own thoughts.
I was impressed.
"Anyways, the whole reason she gave me a call today is because her daughter lost an engagement ring, and she wants me to give her a hand in finding the damn thing."
"You find lost objects?"
"If I was high, I might be able to pull something like that off, but I can't just enter the astral realm and walk around at will. Besides that, I don't have enough time to deal with a full on trip today. No, in these sorts of situations, it is better to use my intuition and problem solving skills. Rita already trusts me, so she's more likely to share information than a new and more skeptical client."
"So you're basically a con artist."
The car came to an abrupt stop.
"What the fuck?"
"Stay here a minute."
"What did you just call me?"
"It's cool, just stay here a minute. Rita doesn't want to see my tits pop out of my shirt."
I left him fuming in the car for a couple of minutes.
He ended up stopping right in front of a laundromat, and I knew that this would be the easiest opportunity for me to change clothes. With a strut in my walk, I moved confidently into the building, and walked straight for the dryers. There was only one person in the building at the time, an older man about the fifty-five years of age. I smiled at him, and then opened up a drier that appeared to have women's clothes, and not too much time left on the timer.
The first try didn't produce what I was looking for, but by the third load I looked through I found a great dress that was just my size.
"Excuse me ma'am..."
I also found a leather jacket. No boots though.
"Ma'am..."
I let out a deep breath and did what was asked of me in the moment. Dropping my pants to the floor first, and then pulling off my shirt, I turned around and addressed the man.
"Can I help you?"
Mind you, I didn't stop changing into the dress and jacket, but that only took a few moments, during which time the man turned obvious shades of red, and diverted his gaze to the side. I threw my clothes in the dryer and shut all three doors one after the other.
"Thanks!"
Erol was there waiting with an exasperated and skeptical look on his face. I opened the car door and then sat down once more.
"Drive."
"Did you just steal those clothes?"
"I traded them, now get a move on it."
The man from the laundromat had regained his composure and was now outside of the building trying to flag us down. Erol quickly realized that the man was waving his arms in our direction, and on impulse accelerated the car back into traffic.
"Christ, you called me a con artist and then you immediately go out and steal a whole wardrobe from some stranger at a laundromat."
"Traded, I told you. Besides, don't you think this jacket looks good on me?"
I swear I could see him start to grow more irritated by the moment. I was having a good time, but I didn't need to deal with getting him too upset. I decided it was time to lay off for a while.
"Also, don't worry about the problem with your client Rita, I'll help you out."
"Help?"
His tone was highly skeptical. In one word he made it very clear exactly how little he thought of me in that moment. I didn't mind personally.
You only really care about what other people think about you if you don't understand what you're capable of doing. If he didn't think I
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