[darkwarriorkane]

As I walked back toward Ginger my mind lurched all around me fell away and I was left in a silver cell of sorts. In the far corner was an old man clad in what looked like golden plate armor. He had a long grey beard and black glasses on his face. He looked tired, very tired, yet pleased as he gazed on me.

"Mortal, you have come to me because of a feeling I felt in your heart."
"What do you mean?" I asked terrified.
"Your victim Ginger, you were planning on letting her go?" he asked as if he knew the answer.
"Yes, well after a while." I said looking down. "I wasn't going to do anything....like that." I added sensing that he had the wrong impression.
"I know, you are the first man to hold my flute and yet still have compassion."
"Your flute?" I said
"Yes I am the first master of the flute of dreams. I have never released control over it which is why it plays on it's own."
"So then what now?" I asked.
"You have proven yourself a better man than even you know, you saw a woman you have lusted over for months bound naked for you and yet your heart was not willing to violate her. Many men would not do the same. As such I am going to release the flute into your power completely."

I looked at him unaware of exactly what that meant. Suddenly a small leather book appeared in my hand and I was back in the parking lot.

Opening this tome sent a wave of knowledge into my head and I knew each and every power this flute had. Clearly some time had passed since my trip into the silver cell. Ginger was covered in dew and the sun was nearly up.

Quickly I untied her rope and she flung herself at me wrapping me in a hug.

"I knew you wouldn't leave me like that." she said suddenly remembering she was naked. With a little squeak she covered herself and backed slowly toward the back door. "What happened to you?" she asked once her back touched the wall.

"I don't know." I said unsure as to why Ginger wasn't furious over the events of the night before. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the flute which had turned bright gold. Fumbling with the dial I found a suit of clothes and the flute began to play.

Ginger looked more shocked than ever as her lost bra and panties reformed on her body, followed by the rest of her lost clothes. She flung herself toward me again so happy.

"I knew you were just playing along. Thank god the camera's were out." she said.
"Yes the only people who know are me and you now. When the flute came into my possession it wiped the memories of Ashley and Patricia." I said not really knowing how I knew this.

"I assume your going to just let me forget about this then?" she asked hopefully.
"No, the reason for this attack was just in a way. You had a lesson to learn but I think you've learned it." I said.

"So I can just go, no more attacks?" she asked.
"Maybe later." I said with a smirk and she blushed brightly. "Go on home Ginger, as much as I would enjoy it I will not force myself on you. Besides I have work to do, and lessons to teach."

Ginger grabbed her clothes tightly and I held out my hand.

"No, you have learned your lesson for now Ginger, however humiliation is a power teaching tool. I know understand I must use this flute to show your kind the error of there ways."

I walked off leaving my old life behind. I was no longer Mike the grill man. I was simply the teacher.

To be Continued