The first Cleo I regressed as a hypnotherapist, was a dark, inviting, lithe and handsome creature, full of that indefinable Mediterranean fire and flair, and she emitted pheromones that made every male within a 3- block radius drool with lust for her, er, I mean, ‘luv’, er I mean..., heck, you know what I mean... I thought she was an irritating little twirp when I first met her... She would annoyingly tug at my shirt-sleeve whenever she had a question and would rarely stop talking... But, I grew to like her, a lot, a real lot! I made it quite clear to her, that I would regress her as a friend, and not as a client, ‘cause I felt a romantic interest in her... We became fond friends and lovers of a sort..., don’t ask..., please just don’t ask... We discovered we both had a ravenous thirst for dancing, and every week we would regularly dance the night away, smoking cherry-flavoured cigarillos, and drinking Khalua Liquor, interspersed with wine spritzers for her and Johnny Walker Black for me...
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I cannot tell you how wonderful it was to hold her in my arms and twirl her around the dance floor, or just gyrate rhythmically opposite each other, often imitating the primitive urges of the San peoples of our native Africa, and the oldest inhabitants of our planet, making moves our European counterparts would find awkward to emulate... I would bury my nose in her nape and drink long and deep from her mysterious life-force...
Aaahhh, that was the life...
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To day, as I think of her, some tears stream down my lonely countenance,
Oh, how I miss her...

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One day, with the saddest expression on her face, she asked me:
“Doc, do you love me?”
I could not lie to her,
“No,” I replied, “but you’re definitely a soul-mate, I think that if I fell in love with you, our relationship would become viscous and gooey, whereas now, its magnificent and free, and very Hawaiian, I can kiss you passionately in front of another woman and five minutes later, I can kiss her, and we have no problems, but the moment I tell you that I ‘love-you’, then I will become your slave and the beautiful relationship we now have would soon wither away and end bitterly...
The most forlorn expression crossed her face, for just a mirage of an instant, then she grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor...
I felt like the biggest jerk...
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A couple of years later, I did fall deeply in love with her,
And I asked her to marry me, and told her how much I was in love with her,
But, once again, with the saddest expression on her face, she replied:
“Doc, how can I ever believe that you’re not doing this out of pity for me?”
She had wisely never forgotten the cavernous wounds my words inflicted on her that night not so long ago...
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To day, as I think of her, some tears stream down my lonely countenance,
Oh, how I miss her...