 Paul was stunned. This couldn't be real. It sure looked real though--and really great. He could feel himself classicmature growing mature hard beneath his hospital gown.
 Instantly, her expression changed. "You bastard." she yelled. "What the hell did you do classic to me? I was classicmature like a classicmature puppet--I did everything you said, and site even acted like I enjoyed it, while inside I was furious. Humiliated." She glared at him. "I don 't know how you did it, but this was your one and only shot. I'm not coming back here; you can try your sick classic tricks on someone else classic--and I'm telling classicmature the hospital classicmature authorities. Maybe the classic cops classic."
 "No, Rhonda," Paul said. "You won't tell anyone classicmature. Any time you try, you'll forget all about mature it before you say or write a word." He smiled maliciously. "And you'll take off your shirt and bra, too, and keep them off for at least five minutes. Besides ," the classicmature evil smile grew wider, "even if I let you, what would you classic tell them ?"
 Rhonda shuddered, picturing herself trying to explain how just a few words from a patient had had her doing a strip act for him. She mature'd be lucky just to lose her job. "As classic for coming back here," Paul went on, "of course classicmature you mature will classic, if classic it's part of your classic normal duties. And you'll classic do classic everything you can to classic make sure it continues to be part of your duties, won't you?"
 "Good girl, Rhonda." The nurse toppled over, glassy classicmature-eyed, scrambling to tear off her classic clothing classic as her body spasmed uncontrollably.
 "Perfectly normal classicmature," Dr. Steiner classic said. "Good news. We're classic still going over the tests, but early mature indications are that we got the whole tumor . If you're lucky classicmature, you classic won't need more than a mild course of mature chemotherapy."
 His eyes classic fell on the expensive watch on the classic doctor's classic right wrist. A gold Rolex, it undoubtedly cost more than he made in three months as an insurance salesman. Why shouldn't he have one?
 "Dr. Steiner," he said forcefully, "give me your watch. You want classic me to have site it."
 "Hello, Mr. Bennett," the girl said. She was site a petite, slender black girl, younger than Rhonda classicmature. She had classic a special voice of her own, low classic and husky.
 "Shh," Paul said. "Not another word." Instantly, Jasmine fell silent classicmature, looking scared.
 After a couple of minutes, Paul was satisfied classic. Jasmine was clearly under his control, just as Rhonda had been classic earlier.
 "Jasmine," he classic addressed her, "it's time to come back to classic reality classic. You had fun pretending to be a dancer, but you have patients who need you."
 "Thank you, Mr. Bennett," she said, letting her arms fall to her sides. As had been true with Rhonda, she still seemed oddly classicmature calm for classic someone who'd been forced to obey a stranger classicmature's every command--but as classicmature with classic Rhonda classic, she seemed fully awake and rational. He suspected, though, that classicmature inside, she was probably furious classic and terrified, as Rhonda had been classic. He'd better do something about that.
 He smiled to himself. Some classic of those chances he meant to take. The smile faded; only some of them. Some lines classic were not to be crossed. The smile returned. As long classic as he knew what those lines were, what was the harm in playing around? His classicmature smile classicmature broadened site into a grin. Soon enough, he was ready to go classic home. Somewhat to the surprise of his mature doctor, he didn't go home alone. Nurses Rhonda site Marks and Jasmine Thibodeaux went with him, having persuaded Administration to allow them to serve as health attendants for him during his convalescence classicmature. Their arguments classic to the male classic administrators had classicmature been classic quite mature strong, and very intimate classic. The chief mature nurse, a forbidding figure in her fifties, had tried to stand in the way until, at Paul's suggestion, the classic nurses had brought him to see her. Five minutes later, she'd agreed to mature the classic arrangement, "for as long as you wish, Mr classic. Bennett, sir."
 Paul smiled an evil smile. Ms. Sands was about to experience a change of attitude. All he needed was to classic get her alone.
 Ms classic. Sands picked a folder off her desk classic and waved it at him. "This is classicmature a cancellation request from Mrs. Sylvia Cortez. A half-million-dollar account. She says classic you screwed up by classic insuring only her and not her husband as well. And while you classicmature were classic out on your little vacation"--Paul classic flushed angrily, but said nothing--"he died. And under the classic policy you got her to buy, she gets zip.
 Well, it didn't matter now.
 Charlene gasped, her face reddening. "It, it's not right," she protested weakly. "You shouldn't. I, I mustn't. I classicmature . . . what classicmature's happening to me mature?"
 Eventually, they got up classic again. A disheveled classic Ms. Sands reassembled her classicmature clothing, as did Paul. The female executive's reading glasses had classicmature gotten smashed as the two of them had thrashed around together. She produced another pair from the top left drawer of classic her desk, and put them on.
 Yes, sir classic, he thought to himself classic as classic he gave his tie a final mature straightening tug before opening the door, things were definitely looking up.
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