MS. CLAY-   BRIGHT HOPE COUNSELING CENTER<br/><br/>Ms. Clay sat nervously in the waiting room, not letting a hint of her anxiety show on her perfect pale face.  Her day had been disappointing.  Her students simply hadn't given her what she needed, what she craved.  She blamed Ritalin, it seemed to be starving her these days.  Sure, she could have forced the issue, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it, couldn't take the risk.  And so, she'd scraped together what little money she had to pay for a therapy session.  It would be unpleasant, but she'd get what she needed, even if she left the therapist a broken down wreck in the process.<br/><br/>She'd simply picked randomly out of the yellow pages, going after the first name that caught her eye.  Rachael Minx.  Such a strange name, probably a pseudonym.  Ms. Clay's confusion only increased when she realized she had picked a hypnotherapist, rather than a normal psychologist.  Still, perhaps this would be more interesting than the others.  Ms. Clay rubbed her legs together, waiting to be called in.  The therapist probably wouldn't hypnotize on a first session... after all, this was just a consultation.  Right?  Her heart tried to beat quickly in her chest, but failed, simply sitting there limp, unable to physically express the concern she felt inside.<em>This will be interesting.</em>She told herself, over and over, annoyed that she couldn't even sweat.<em>This will be fun.</em>She reassured herself, pale hands clenching and unclenching.