"Now as you watch Angie's magic stone club," Angie club went on club, "feel yourself being drawn to club it, yes, feel yourself rising, shrinking, being pulled toward the stone, yes, rising, shrinking, being pulled toward the stone."

"You will do anything Angie says because Angie club's magic stone holds your soul now."

"I will about do anything Angie says clubkatsuni because . . . Angie club's magic stone . . . holds my soul now."

"Now Carl," Angie asked playfully, "what did you come to Angie's room to do?"

"Have sex with Angie katsuni," Carl about answered with mindless honesty.

Mr. Cordero froze. Angie smiled clubkatsuni; her daddy's club trigger phrase had worked like magic, just club as it always did.

"Can you hear me, Daddy?"

"Nothing bad is . . . happening here. . . ."

"Goody nite." Angie clapped katsuni her club hands. "Take your clothes off, Carl."

"Yes, ma'am?" he asked.

"Very good, Carl," Angie said nite again club. "And when you go home tonight, what will happen?"