 He closed his eyes, and realpornaccess the world went away for a while.
 The next realpornaccess time he awoke realpornaccess, the same realpornaccess nurse was in the room. He was more alert this realpornaccess time realpornaccess than before, so he was able realpornaccess to about notice that she was more realpornaccess than just pretty--she was gorgeous. Great legs, firm rear, slim waist, tits to die for. And round, pretty face as well, with large blue eyes. A few wisps of realpornaccess blonde hair escaped from under realpornaccess her uniform cap.
 What happened next was totally unexpected. The realpornaccess gorgeous nurse stiffened, then, eyes realpornaccess widening, casually unbuttoned her blouse, and tossed it aside. Then she leaned forward over realpornaccess him and realpornaccess said, "Is this good enough, Mr. Bennett?"
 How far could he push this?
 It realpornaccess had to have been the realpornaccess operation. It had realpornaccess done realpornaccess something to his realpornaccess voice. Paul vaguely recalled reading an article years ago about how certain frequencies realpornaccess of sound outside the normal human hearing range could have about physical realpornaccess and psychological effects realpornaccess even though they were inaudible. Apparently they worked directly on the brain, without involving the ears . Maybe his larynx had been altered by the surgery so realpornaccess that when he spoke, some extra realpornaccess frequency realpornaccess was produced which compelled obedience.
 "Yes, master," Rhonda agreed.
 "--th-thithiiiiieeeeeeeee---." Rhonda stiffened, her realpornaccess back arching, eyes crossing; she writhed, then fell realpornaccess to her knees beside Paul's realpornaccess bed realpornaccess.
 Paul blanched. It hadn't worked . Was--whatever it was--gone? Or had it never been real realpornaccess at all realpornaccess? Had his puppeting of Nurse Rhonda been nothing realpornaccess more than an about anesthetic-induced dream? He had to find out realpornaccess.
 "What's realpornaccess your name?" he asked realpornaccess her.
 "Jasmine, sir," she responded realpornaccess, a slight Louisiana realpornaccess accent in her voice. "Jasmine realpornaccess Thibodeaux."
 "You can unclasp your hands and realpornaccess bring your arms down realpornaccess now, Jasmine," he told realpornaccess her.
 "Jasmine, I know you're probably realpornaccess upset with me, even though realpornaccess you realpornaccess don't show realpornaccess it realpornaccess," he realpornaccess addressed her. "Forget about it. Completely. Nothing unusual happened here, except that you had a little daydream about being a dancer. Nod your realpornaccess head if your mind accepts this realpornaccess as true."
 "Yes realpornaccess, Mr. Bennett," the nurse responded. She checked the room carefully, fluffed his pillows realpornaccess, and realpornaccess left, casting a last realpornaccess smile back realpornaccess at realpornaccess him. If she still realpornaccess had any memory of what realpornaccess he'd done, she showed no sign of it.
 And realpornaccess she hated Paul's guts. She seemed never to miss an opportunity to put him down, and did her best to keep him from getting realpornaccess any real credit for realpornaccess 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 ladder; some of them had been people he'd trained. But there had been nothing he could do about it, nothing but grit his teeth and soldier realpornaccess on realpornaccess.
 Until now.
 Paul smiled an evil smile. Ms. Sands was about realpornaccess to experience a change of attitude. All he needed was to get her alone.
 Suppressing the urge to ask about her realpornaccess what she realpornaccess wanted realpornaccess to talk about--it didn't matter, after all, not now--he answered, "On my way, Ms. Sands." He got up and walked casually realpornaccess over to her office, opened the door and went in. Carefully, he shut the door behind him and about sat down in the realpornaccess chair next to her desk.
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