"You live in an apartment," Kelly muttered to herself, stashing the receipt. "I don't even know what I'm doing in Home Depot."

"Do you need help out with this?" asked the cheery cashier in the orange apron.

"No, I'll carry it to the bus stop," Kelly smiled, her cheeks flushed.

"I think I'll play that file when I get home," Kelly thought as the bus drove off. She felt warmth between her thighs as she stared at the box. "Okay girl. You only have to lug this stupid thing three more blocks."

She just about collapsed as she set the heavy box down in her entryway. "What a day. I really need to just zone out," Kelly said as she hurriedly stripped off her sweaty clothes and her damp thong.

Kelly sat on the floor, slipped on her headphones, and listened to that new file on her phone. She took deep breaths and tried to slow her panting. She leaned against the box, which read: Kohler Vessel Bathroom

Sink.

She felt her body relax. First in her feet, then her legs, then in her chest and shoulders. Her eyelids felt heavy, and she licked her lips. She absent-mindedly groped her breast with her right hand, while her left slid down her hot, sticky abdomen and found her pussy. She slipped two fingers in her cunt; it was like a sauna. Her mouth opened, and the mantra spilled out.

"You don't need to think. You just need a si—"

Kelly opened her eyes, stirring suddenly from her trance. Disoriented, she turned and looked at the box, then the file playing on her phone, and back to the box with a bathroom sink inside.

Shit. She yanked the headphones off in disgust.

That's what happens when you have a hypnokink and an auditory processing disorder.