i was driving back from Pittsburgh one night. It was almost 1:00 am. i just passed mile marker #120 and then it hit me. The overwhelming urge to hear Soforia's Voice.
She has done this before. Hidden Triggers. Once at a baseball game, another embarassing moment at a wedding. And now here on a lonely stretch of the PA Turnpike in the dead of winter. All i can do is think about calling Her.
It's not quite 10pm PST, but my cellphone battery is dead. There's a rest area in 20 miles, but i'm not sure that's a good idea. If She entrances me at a public payphone, i could be vulnerable to being mugged or worse.
So despite Her Warnings to the contrary, i pop "Who Do you Belong To?" in my tape player. Soon i am relaxing to Her Sweet and Seductive Voice and going deeper at 70mph.
After i have listened to it just twice, i am repeating over and over, "i belong to Soforia" and i am feeling, oh so wonderful.
As i approach the tollbooth to exit the Turnpike, i find i can't turn down the volume or stop the tape, i must keep listening.
i roll down my window to pay my toll, just as Soforia says "Deep in a cloud of My Control." The tollbooth attendant looks at me strangely, but i am too far under Soforia's Spell to care what he thinks.
To my surprise, he yells out "Hey, that's one of Soforia's Tapes." i am stunned. All i can do is nod my head.
"i've got a stack of them in here. It's the only thing that gets me through the night. C'mon, i'll show you."
i stop my car and get out. There is no traffic. This is not a busy interchange. In his booth he has a stack of CDs and a portable player.
"She's Fantastic, but of course i don't need to tell you that," he says. I look over the stack and see every recording on Her Wesbite, plus a few i don't recognize.
"i used to be a professor at Pitt," he explains. "And then i heard Her Voice. i constantly thought of Her, i mean every waking moment. i finally lost my job and ended up here."
"The same thing was happening to me, but She gave me a suggestion, that allowed me to continue to work while still thinking of Her," i tell the former professor.
"Oh, i don't mind losing my tenure. i am much happier here. Much happier," and he gives me a big smile.
That must be what i look like when i go under, i thought.
"How is Freedom?" i asked looking over his collection. it was one of Her Recordings i didn't own yet.
"Oh, It's great. Listen for yourself."
He handed me his CD player. i listened for only a couple of minutes, before my knees collapsed and i fell to the floor."
"i told You it was good."
"Yeah," i replied. "i'll have to order that tomorrow." In fact, i wanted to get home as fast as possible to order right now.
He saw the look in my eye. "Yeah, i know you got to go, i understand the feeling."
i drove home. By that time it was too late to call Soforia that night. i couldn't sleep though, just kept thinking of how wonderful it was listening to Her Voice.
The next day, i called to order the tape and told Soforia what had happened. She laughed. It was like an angel singing. i could listen to that laugh forever.
She told me She loved to hear stories about Her slaves meeting, and yes there is something on the turnpike that caused Her Hypnotic Trigger to kick in, but no She wasn't going to tell me what it was.
i was going to ask Her something else, but suddenly i couldn't remember what it was. Then i had the distinct sensation of "coming around" i asked what had happened.
She laughed and said, "I don't know what you are talking about. But i am sure you'll know when it happens." She laughed some more and then hung up.
