Chapter 4

Preface:

I had been growing concerned about my long-term money prospects. After all, this new-found gift of mindscripting can be very time-consuming, and even though I had convinced my so-called manager to put me on paid leave of absence, I had found myself conserving money. After all, my job didn't pay real well to begin with.

I knew there was a major computer conference scheduled at the Anaheim Convention Center, and I arrived there a week ago, after about a nine-hour drive. Thuy (Acquisiton #101) kept me company during the drive, and when I got into the LA Area I put her on a flight (first class, since I wasn't paying anyhow) back to Arizona State University.

I've really come to like Thuy, and I find that my mindscript convincing her that I am her boyfriend has worked well. I think that this is going to be a long-term relationship. Of course, I am not ready to settle down yet, but even thought I love strange pussy, Thuy is something special. This trip marked the fourth time that we were together, each time better than the first.

I found an excellent RV park close in to both Disneyland (happy hunting grounds) and the Anaheim Convention Center. I had no trouble convincing the manager of the fully-booked RV park to give me one of her best spots, with a full hookup (power, sewer, water, telephone and cable TV).

Similarly, I had no trouble getting VIP credentials, and a Press Pass at the convention center. I looked through the list of presenters and dignitaries and realized that this was the cream of the computer and communications industries, along with some very powerful people from major industry and government.

The first day was brutal. I put together a list of 20 people I wanted to meet and spend quality time with. I then had to find them. Then I realized that these people were not going to be walking down the main aisle where I could stumble into them.

I went back to the show office and had them find me a small, unused area that had plenty of privacy, then I had them send runners to track down executives from the firms on my target list.

During the next few hours, one-by-one, I met with a procession of senior vice presidents and general managers, mindscripting each for compliance and instructing them to bring the person I wanted to meet to this room.

I started this process at about 11 a.m. the morning after I arrived, and didn't see my last executive gopher until almost 6 p.m. that night. It was five days later when the last of my 20 targets finally came to see me.

In each case I mindscripted the executive for compliance, determined their real financial net worth and had each do the following:

Open a special checking account in their name. Put a certain amount in the account (and maintain that amount). Send papers to make me a signer on the account. Have an ATM card with a $1,000 daily limit sent to me. Have a book of checks sent to me.

In this way, I could draw on these various accounts whenever I wanted money, I could use the ATM cards to get cash, or to make purchases. The minimum amount I drew from any individual was $5 million, the largest amount was $700 million. At the end of the day, I had access to more than a billion dollars. Best of all, was the knowledge that some of the richest men in America were now funding my mongering, but they could afford it. Even better was the knowledge that while the money was effectively mine, it was not in my name and thus I had no tax problems to worry about.

Once all the ATM cards and checkbooks rolled in, I would be set financially and never need to worry about money again.

Of course, it was not all work, but I did find myself at the convention center for almost 12 hours each day, which cut deeply into my mongering.

I did run into one "unusual" acquisition worth noting:

Day 47
Acquisition # 152
Anaheim Convention Center, Anaheim California

Acquisition details:

Terri (#152) was a Disneyland employee. Best described at 5'6", maybe 120 pounds, nice figure with a trim stomach and b-cup breasts. Light brown shoulder-length hair and a nice complexion (except for some slight acne on her cheeks).

Terri was 18, a virgin, and a good church-going Baptist. Sex, in her mind, was sinful before marriage and a necessary obligation after marriage. She was not seeing anyone at the moment, having broken up with her last boyfriend when he got "too friendly" at a church youth event. Terri sings, and plays piano and aspires to be a church soloist after she attends a good Christian college.

Amen!

I spent a long time browsing through the Disneyland gift shop where she worked, sending mindscript query after mindscript query trying to understand where she was coming from. I finally decided that this poor girl was the product of too much religion and not enough living. I felt it was my obligation to give her a good fuck.

The problem was that her parents picked her up from work each night at 10:30. Terri's shift ended at 10 p.m. and it usually took her about 25 minutes to close out her cash drawer (no shortages in six months!) and punch out.

I finally decided to give her the following mindscript:

Hello Terri!
When you get ready to leave tonight, there will be a change of plans.
You will not be concerned or worried about this change in plans.
You will think that the change in plans is quite natural.
The change in plans may even be a sign from God.
You will walk out of the employee entrance and walk to your parent's car.
You will not get into the car.
You will wait beside the car.
You will then receive other instructions.
You will obey these instructions.
Execute!

A little while later I was standing alongside the employee entrance. I was pretty sure I had guessed which car contained Terri's parents. There were only two cars waiting with "Jesus Saves" bumper stickers, and only one of those cars had two people.