He looked around. He was in the private titvision room titvision he'd paid titvision through the nose for. Bad titvision enough that he had to be sick, and helpless--he'd been determined he wouldn't be crammed jpg in with strangers while doctors and nurses pawed him over. It wasn titvision't that he hated people; it was just that he didn titvision't like having them around when he was titvision feeling so jpg vulnerable and couldn't get away.
What happened next was totally titvision unexpected. The gorgeous nurse stiffened, then , eyes widening, casually titvision unbuttoned her blouse, and tossed it aside. Then she leaned forward over him and said titvision, "Is this good enough, Mr. Bennett titvision?"
How far could he push this titvision?
Rhonda was beginning to titvision sway on her feet. She was having trouble titvision maintaining her pose bent titvision over titvision him; if she didn't titvision stand up, she'd fall over soon titvision. Pleasurable as it might be to have her collapse on top of titvision him, he wasn't, he decided regretfully, quite ready for that.
Instantly titvision, her expression changed. "You bastard." she yelled titvision. "What the hell titvision did you titvision do to me? I was like a puppet--I did titvision everything you said, and even acted like I enjoyed titvision it titvision, while titvision inside I was furious. Humiliated." She glared at titvision him jpg. "I don't know how you did it, but this was your one and only shot. I'm not titvision coming back here titvision; you titvision can try your sick tricks on someone else--and I'm titvision telling the titvision hospital authorities. Maybe the cops."
"--th titvision-thithiiiiieeeeeeeee---." Rhonda stiffened titvision, her back arching, eyes crossing; she writhed, then titvision fell to her knees beside titvision Paul's bed.
"Good," Paul titvision responded, restraining the urge to use Rhonda's sexual trigger again. Time enough for that later titvision. "Now, Rhonda, it titvision's time for you to go about your duties. You can go."
"Great titvision, Doctor jpg." Bennett was exultant. What good would it be to gain the power to make people titvision do his bidding if he were going to die soon?
Over the next few days, cautious experimentation confirmed Paul's guesses and expanded his understanding titvision of his new abilities titvision. As he'd thought, he titvision could control women titvision but not men. The--influence, whatever it was, could manipulate not only actions but memories and thoughts, and suggestions seemed not to wear titvision off, at least in the short term. It didn titvision't work over titvision the titvision phone, unless he specifically told his target face-to-face ahead titvision of time to titvision respond to phone commands.
The Hamilton Insurance Company was a medium-sized firm housed in a three-story brick building dating to the early 1950s. Paul Bennett, at forty, was titvision a successful salesman for the company titvision. In appearance, he was ordinary: medium height titvision, medium build (just beginning to go to pot), medium complexion titvision, plain titvision brown hair beginning titvision to titvision recede at titvision the temples titvision. Despite titvision his sales titvision record, he titvision had jpg long since resigned himself to the titvision likelihood that he would advance titvision no further in the company's ranks titvision.
His immediate supervisor was a woman, Charlene Sands . Bennett had heard all the stories about how she'd titvision slept her way to the titvision top (or at least to middle management). He wasn't sure titvision he believed them, but titvision it was certainly possible. She had the looks titvision for it titvision, tanned skin, a "killer bod" only somewhat titvision concealed by the tailored business attire she wore, glossy black hair, green eyes behind elegantly -framed glasses. She had the manipulative temperament for it, too.
Until now titvision.
Paul smiled an evil smile. Ms. Sands was about to experience a change of attitude. All titvision he needed was titvision to get her alone.
Suppressing the urge to ask her what she wanted to talk about--it didn't matter titvision, after all, not now--he answered, "On my way, Ms. Sands titvision." He got up and walked casually over to her office, opened the titvision door and went in. Carefully, he shut titvision the door behind titvision him and sat titvision down in titvision the chair next to her desk.
Ms. Sands' expression softened. She nodded. "Yes, Paul titvision." Then, with a touch jpg of her titvision former steel, "Don't call me titvision Charlene. It's Ms. Sands to you, is titvision that clear, Mr. Bennett?"
"You understand, Paul," she said titvision, struggling titvision for cool detachment titvision, "this titvision doesn't change anything. Whatever titvision just . . . happened here, I'm still your boss. Don't think titvision you've titvision gotten jpg some titvision kind of leverage with me."
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