 What happened next was totally unexpected. The gorgeous nurse stiffened movie, then, eyes widening, casually mrcameltoe unbuttoned her blouse, and tossed it aside. Then she leaned forward over him and said, "Is this mrcameltoe good enough, Mr mrcameltoe. Bennett?"
 "Very nice, babe," he said to the nurse, who held mrcameltoe her position as if turned into a mrcameltoe statue. "What's your name, anyway?"
 "Rhonda mrcameltoe," Paul said, "take off your mrcameltoe bra now. You don't mrcameltoe need it." He mrcameltoe had an mrcameltoe idea: "Take it off as though you were a stripper mrcameltoe. You'd like to do mrcameltoe that, wouldn't you? "
 Rhonda was beginning to mrcameltoe sway on her mrcameltoe feet. She mrcameltoe was having trouble maintaining her pose bent movie over him; if she didn't stand up, she 'd fall over soon movie. Pleasurable as it might be to have her collapse on top of him, he wasn't, he decided regretfully, quite ready for that.
 "No, Rhonda," Paul said mrcameltoe. "You won't mrcameltoe tell anyone. Any time you try, you'll forget all about it before you say or mrcameltoe write a word mrcameltoe." He mrcameltoe smiled maliciously mrcameltoe. "And you'll mrcameltoe take off your shirt and bra, too, and keep them off for at least five minutes. Besides," the mrcameltoe evil smile grew wider, "even if I let you, what would you tell them?"
 Rhonda shuddered, picturing mrcameltoe herself trying mrcameltoe to explain how just a few words from a mrcameltoe patient had had her doing a mrcameltoe strip act for him. She'd be lucky just mrcameltoe to mrcameltoe lose her job. "As for coming back here," Paul went on, "of course you mrcameltoe will, if it's part of your normal duties. And mrcameltoe you'll movie do everything you movie can to mrcameltoe make sure it mrcameltoe continues mrcameltoe to be part mrcameltoe of your duties mrcameltoe, won mrcameltoe't you?"
 "Good girl, Rhonda." Paul thought for a moment. "You know, it mrcameltoe's hardly fair for me to get all the pleasure out of this arrangement. So here's mrcameltoe what we mrcameltoe're mrcameltoe going to try mrcameltoe, Rhonda. Whenever you mrcameltoe hear my voice mrcameltoe say, 'Good girl, Rhonda,' you'll feel an overpowering sexual pleasure, strong mrcameltoe enough to make you come no mrcameltoe matter what. And each time you feel the pleasure, it 'll be stronger mrcameltoe than it was the time before, until you reach whatever your personal limit is. Do you mrcameltoe understand me, Rhonda?"
 "Good," Paul responded, restraining the urge to use Rhonda's sexual trigger again . Time enough for mrcameltoe that later. "Now, Rhonda, it's time for mrcameltoe you to go mrcameltoe about your duties mrcameltoe. You can mrcameltoe go."
 Without mrcameltoe a word mrcameltoe, Rhonda fled.
 "Perfectly normal," Dr. Steiner said. "Good mrcameltoe news. We're still going over the tests, but early indications are that mrcameltoe we got the mrcameltoe whole tumor. If you're lucky, you won't need more than mrcameltoe a mild course of chemotherapy."
 "Jasmine, sir," she responded, a slight Louisiana accent in her voice. "Jasmine Thibodeaux."
 He had it: a gimmick from stage hypnotism. It was pure show business, but it was mrcameltoe a harmless suggestion which wouldn mrcameltoe't get him into trouble if it failed. "Jasmine, raise your arms above your head and clasp your hands together, and stay that way."
 "Very good, Jasmine. Now finish up your nurse mrcameltoe's duties here and go on mrcameltoe with mrcameltoe your rounds."
 Over mrcameltoe the next few days, cautious mrcameltoe experimentation confirmed mrcameltoe Paul mrcameltoe's guesses and expanded his understanding of his new abilities. As he'd thought, he could control women but not men. The--influence, whatever it was, could manipulate not mrcameltoe only actions but memories and thoughts, and suggestions seemed not to wear off, at least mrcameltoe in mrcameltoe the mrcameltoe short mrcameltoe term. It didn't work over the phone, unless he specifically mrcameltoe told mrcameltoe his target face-to-face ahead of time mrcameltoe to respond to phone commands.
 Just how far his movie control extended, wasn't sure he wanted to mrcameltoe know. It was already clear that he could mrcameltoe override normal moral restraints. His first efforts with Rhonda and mrcameltoe Jasmine had indicated that, and he'd arranged a mrcameltoe get-together between the two mrcameltoe of mrcameltoe them which had movie proved mrcameltoe that even basic sexual orientation could be altered at his whim; he wished he'd had a camera for mrcameltoe that episode. But he couldn't bring mrcameltoe himself to mrcameltoe order one of his "voice puppets," as he was starting to think of them, to actually hurt or kill someone. He was afraid she'd do it, as mrcameltoe willingly as she would obey any other mrcameltoe instruction. And what would that make him?
 He smiled to himself. Some of those chances he meant to take. The smile faded; only mrcameltoe some of them. Some lines were not to be crossed. The smile returned. As long as he knew what those lines were, what mrcameltoe was the harm mrcameltoe in playing around? His smile broadened into a grin. Soon enough, he was mrcameltoe ready to go home. Somewhat to the surprise of his doctor, he didn't go home alone. Nurses mrcameltoe Rhonda Marks and mrcameltoe Jasmine Thibodeaux went with him, having persuaded Administration to allow them to serve as health attendants for him during mrcameltoe his convalescence. Their arguments to mrcameltoe the male movie administrators had been quite strong, and very intimate. The chief movie nurse, a forbidding figure in her fifties, had tried to stand in the way mrcameltoe until, at Paul mrcameltoe's suggestion, the nurses had brought him to see mrcameltoe her. Five minutes later, she'd agreed to the arrangement, "for mrcameltoe as long as you wish, Mr mrcameltoe. Bennett, sir."
 And she hated Paul's guts. She seemed never to miss an mrcameltoe opportunity to put him down, and did her best mrcameltoe to keep him from getting any real credit for anything. She, in fact, was the reason he had given up on ever being promoted. He'd watched others with sales records far inferior to his pass him on the corporate mrcameltoe ladder; some of them had been people he'd mrcameltoe trained. But mrcameltoe there had been nothing he mrcameltoe could do about it, nothing but grit mrcameltoe his teeth and soldier on.
 Paul smiled an evil smile. Ms mrcameltoe. Sands was about to experience a mrcameltoe change of attitude. All he needed was to get her alone.
 Suppressing the urge to ask her what she wanted to mrcameltoe talk about--it didn't movie matter, after all movie, not now--he answered, "On my way, Ms. Sands." He got up and walked casually over to her mrcameltoe office, opened the door and went in. Carefully, he shut the mrcameltoe door behind him and sat down in the chair next to mrcameltoe her desk.
 Paul 's heart mrcameltoe sank. Could mrcameltoe he really have--? Yes, he movie decided mrcameltoe. He mrcameltoe had already been sick when he'd landed the Cortez mrcameltoe account. He remembered the day he and Mrs. Cortez had mrcameltoe signed the mrcameltoe papers; his throat had mrcameltoe hurt so much mrcameltoe, all mrcameltoe he'd wanted was to mrcameltoe get mrcameltoe out of there. Yes, he could have mrcameltoe made a mistake.
 "Well, Paul?" Ms. Sands asked. "What do you think movie I should mrcameltoe do?"
 Charlene gasped, her face reddening. "It mrcameltoe, it's mrcameltoe not right," she protested weakly. "You shouldn't. I, I mustn't. I . . . what's happening to mrcameltoe me?"
 "Of course mrcameltoe not , Charlene mrcameltoe," Paul responded. Charlene whimpered mrcameltoe and trembled, and as he turned to go mrcameltoe, she mrcameltoe almost mrcameltoe called out for him to stay.
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