He closed his eyes, and the world went away for a while.
When he woke up again, his head was asianlesbian clearer. He about could look at the ceiling without hallucinating or passing out. There lesbian seemed to be some activity asian around him; a very pretty nurse, he realized, was disconnecting some kind of tube asian from his throat, and he'd already been detached from the intravenous setup.
How far could he push this?
"Rhonda," Paul asian said, "take asian off your bra now. You don asian't need it." He had an idea: "Take it off as though you were a stripper. You'd like to asian do that, wouldn't you? "
"Yes asian, Mr. Bennett asian," Rhonda said. She asian giggled and began peeling off her brassiere, undulating and humming a little strip-club tune to asian herself. She dangled asian the asianlesbian garment in front of him briefly, then threw it away. After asian that, she went still again, beautiful asian boobs asian swaying freely mere inches from his face.
Rhonda was beginning to sway on her feet . She was having lesbian trouble maintaining asianlesbian her pose bent over him; if she didn't stand up, she'd asianlesbian fall over soon. Pleasurable as it might asian be to have her collapse on top of him, he wasn asian't, he decided regretfully, quite ready for that.
"No, Rhonda," Paul said. "You asianlesbian won't asianlesbian tell anyone. Any time about you try, you'll forget lesbian all about it before you say or write a lesbian word ." He asian smiled asian maliciously. "And you'll about take off your shirt and bra, too, and keep them off for at least five minutes. Besides asian," the evil smile grew asian wider, "even if I asian let you, what would asian you tell them?"
Now, Paul mused, I lesbian find out asianlesbian whether my commands hold asian once she's not near asian me asian. If they asianlesbian don't, the next voice asianlesbian I hear asian may asian be coming from a police officer. And on asianlesbian that happy note, he went back to asian sleep asianlesbian.
"How are we doing, Mr. Bennett?" the middle-aged asian man in the clean white coat lesbian asked. "Your chart indicates you're making a asian pretty good recovery, but the asian charts don asian't show everything."
"Great, Doctor." Bennett was exultant. What good would it be to gain the power to make people do his bidding if he were going to lesbian die soon asian?
The doctor lesbian blinked at about him. "What are you talking about, Mr. Bennett?" He reflexively asianlesbian covered the watch with his left hand. He not-quite joked, "Get your own."
"Jasmine, sir," she responded, a slight Louisiana accent in her voice. "Jasmine Thibodeaux."
"Yes, Mr. Bennett." The dark asian-skinned nurse obeyed, then looked startled. "Hey asianlesbian, what's going on? How'd you do that?" She tried to unclasp about her hands and bring asian down asianlesbian her arms, but asian nothing lesbian happened. "Cut it out. Let asianlesbian me go."
The test had been convincing lesbian. If asian he'd wanted, he was asianlesbian sure he could asian have made Nurse Jasmine strip and lesbian thrash in ecstasy as he'd done to asian Rhonda. Perhaps another time. When he asianlesbian was a little stronger, perhaps he asian could--persuade--both of them to do even more than that, with him or even each other.
Over the next few days, cautious experimentation confirmed asian Paul's guesses and expanded his understanding of his new abilities. As he asian'd thought, he could control lesbian women but not men. The--influence, whatever it was asianlesbian, could about manipulate not only actions but memories and thoughts, and suggestions seemed not to wear asian off, at least in the short term. It didn't work over the phone, unless he specifically told his target face-to-face asian ahead of asian time asian to asianlesbian respond to phone commands.
Just how far his control extended asian, wasn't sure he wanted asianlesbian to know. It was already about clear that asianlesbian he could asian override normal asian moral restraints. His first efforts with Rhonda and Jasmine had indicated that, and he asian'd arranged a get-together lesbian between the two asian of them lesbian which had proved that even basic sexual orientation could be altered at his whim; he wished he'd had a camera for that asian episode. But he couldn't bring himself to 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 willingly as she would obey any other instruction asian. And what would that make asian him lesbian?
There was another quote, from asianlesbian nineteenth-century Britain: "Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely." His lesbian power wasn't absolute; his inability lesbian to asian control men, for one thing, limited it . But it was great enough to offer plenty of lesbian chances for corruption.
Ms. Sands lesbian' expression softened. She nodded. "Yes, Paul." Then, with a touch of her former steel, "Don lesbian't call me Charlene. It's Ms asian. Sands lesbian to you, is that clear, Mr. Bennett?"
"RRRRRARRRRRR." Charlene launched herself across asianlesbian her desk at him, knocking him out of asian his lesbian chair. The two of them went down in a heap. Then, for a time, both of them asianlesbian forgot about everything but each other.
"Of course not, Charlene asian," Paul responded lesbian. Charlene asianlesbian whimpered and about trembled, and as he turned to go, she lesbian almost called out for lesbian him to stay.
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