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    When St. Louis first suggested he visit the shrink, Hunter imagined some dour old guy with a tweed jacket and a pipe.
    He couldn’t have been more wrong.
    The shrink was an incredibly beautiful woman. As soon as he’d walked into her office, Hunter couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was brunette, shapely, well dressed. As he lay down on the couch, she closed the window shades and placed her chair very close to him, so close that out of the corner of his eye he could see her beautiful legs and one of her high heels dangling just inches above the floor.
    Even when he wasn’t peeking, he could smell her perfume and could feel her electricity, her warm breath as it touched his cheek.
    There were no brain lapses here—his nucleus accumbens was firing just fine. She was so gorgeous that he was just plain nervous.
    Their session was supposed to last an hour, but about forty minutes in, she abruptly put down her pen and pad.
    She moved her chair even closer to him, if that was possible.
    “I think we’ve got a good start here,” she told him in a soft voice. “A door has been opened. More memories might flow if we can find a trigger to release them.”
    “What kind of trigger?” he asked.
    She thought a moment, then said, “Well, some research suggests that a extraordinary physical experience opens the amygdala in the brain and helps retrieve lost memories.”
    “What kind of ‘extraordinary physical experience’? I mean, I had a hell of an experience my first night here.”
    “Everyone knows that,” she told him. “And we haven’t been bombed since, and frankly, I appreciate the quiet nights. But for you, I was thinking of something more personal. More tactile.”
    “Please don’t write this down,” he said. “But I think I’m a little confused …”
    She laughed. “When was the last time you had a sensual physical experience?”
    Hunter thought for a moment. “I think that’s one of the things I can’t remember.”
    She laughed again and then purred, “Maybe we can do something about that.”
    “Really? Like what?”
    He looked up and saw that she was unbuttoning her blouse. Her hair came down next, then her glasses disappeared. If possible, she looked even more beautiful than before.
    She held up a gold watch and began swinging it in front of his eyes.
    “You’re hypnotizing me?” he asked.
    “Think of it more as a relaxation exercise,” she said. “Let the thoughts come, no matter how unusual they might be.”
    She was leaning right over him now, so close that her open blouse was touching his face.
    But he did as he was told, watching the gold watch go back and forth. Back and forth. Back … and forth
    His eyes closed and he felt like he was floating. Then his head was filled with the oddest thoughts. First, he saw a huge sequoia tree sprouting out of the ground. Then, a hot dog with legs, chasing a donut, also with legs.
    Then, finally, a train going into a tunnel.
    Ben and JT were waiting in the psychiatrist’s outer office.
    Of all the people Hunter had fought with, they were his closest friends. Even before World III, they’d all flown together in the US Air Force’s Aerial Demonstration Team, better known as the Thunderbirds.
    Then, after the Big War, they became the core of the United Americans Air Force and were at Hunter’s side through many battles, big and small. That they were the ones who had rescued him from the burning Zon was one of the strangest aspects of his bizarre return to Earth.
    It was also strange that he looked exactly the same to them. He hadn’t aged. His hair hadn’t changed. No graying, no paunch. They’d joked that wherever he went, he must have found the fountain of youth.
    The shrink’s office was in one of the better parts of Football City, one of the few remaining. But as it didn’t have a helipad on the roof, Hunter had been forced to use ground transport to get there.
    This presented somewhat of a problem. Since his return, Hunter had