He karasamateurs looked around. He was in the private karasamateurs room he'd paid karasamateurs through karasamateurs the nose for. Bad enough that he had to be sick, and helpless--he'd been determined he wouldn't be crammed in with strangers while doctors and karasamateurs nurses pawed him over. It wasn't that he hated people; it karasamateurs was just karasamateurs that he didn karasamateurs't like having them around when he was karasamateurs feeling karasamateurs so vulnerable and couldn't get away.
He must have still been a little woozy, because, eyes fixing on her impressive chest, he blurted, "Hey babe, nice rack. How's about karasamateurs peeling off that starched shirt and giving me a good look?" The moment the words were out of his mouth, he cringed karasamateurs. Oh karasamateurs my God, he thought, did I say that out loud?
"Rhonda karasamateurs, Mr. Bennett karasamateurs. My karasamateurs name karasamateurs is Rhonda Marks." The girl's voice sounded perfectly normal, calm and relaxed as she posed with karasamateurs her bra in his face. She seemed karasamateurs not to realize there was anything unusual going on.
"Yes, master," came the karasamateurs reply. Then, a flicker karasamateurs of defiance: "You sick jerk, you'll never enter get away with--"
"Good," Paul responded, restraining the urge to use Rhonda's karasamateurs sexual trigger again. Time enough for that later. "Now, Rhonda, it's time for you to go about your duties. You can go."
Now, Paul mused, I find out whether my commands karasamateurs hold once she's not near me. If they don't, the next voice karasamateurs I hear may be karasamateurs coming from a police officer. And karasamateurs on that happy note, he went back enter to sleep.
As it turned out, the next voice he karasamateurs heard was his doctor's.
The doctor blinked at him. "What are you talking about, Mr. Bennett?" He reflexively covered the watch with his left karasamateurs hand. He not-quite joked, "Get your own."
Paul enter blanched. It hadn karasamateurs't worked. Was--whatever it was--gone? Or had it never been real at all? Had his puppeting karasamateurs of Nurse Rhonda been nothing more than an anesthetic-induced dream? He had to find karasamateurs out.
He got his chance shortly thereafter karasamateurs, when karasamateurs another karasamateurs nurse came in.
Paul felt karasamateurs sorry for her karasamateurs. "Forget your worries karasamateurs," he suggested. "Imagine you're a dancer. Keep your arms raised, and karasamateurs stand on tiptoe--that's right--and turn enter, slowly, slowly karasamateurs. Imagine you're on stage, under a spotlight, and a big audience is watching you, seeing how graceful you are karasamateurs. Applauding. Keep turning, slowly, slowly, for the karasamateurs audience."
"Very good, Jasmine. Now finish up karasamateurs your nurse's karasamateurs duties here karasamateurs and go on with your rounds."
Just enter how far his control extended, wasn't sure he wanted to know. It karasamateurs was already clear that he could override normal moral restraints. His first efforts with Rhonda and Jasmine had indicated that, and he karasamateurs'd arranged a get-together between the two of them karasamateurs which had proved that even karasamateurs basic sexual orientation karasamateurs could be karasamateurs altered at karasamateurs his whim; he karasamateurs wished he karasamateurs'd had a camera for that karasamateurs episode. But he karasamateurs couldn't bring himself to karasamateurs order one of his "voice puppets," as enter he was starting to karasamateurs think of them, to karasamateurs actually hurt or kill karasamateurs someone. He was afraid she'd do it karasamateurs, as willingly as she would obey any other instruction. And what would karasamateurs that make him?
Ms. Sands' expression softened. She nodded. "Yes, Paul." Then karasamateurs, with a touch of her former steel, "Don't call me Charlene. It's Ms karasamateurs. Sands to you karasamateurs, is that clear, Mr. Bennett karasamateurs?"
"RRRRRARRRRRR." Charlene launched herself across her desk at him, knocking him out of his chair. The two of them went down in karasamateurs a heap. Then, for karasamateurs a time, both of them forgot about everything but each other.
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