He looked around. He was in the private room he deauxma'd paid through the nose for. Bad enough that he had deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs to be sick, and helpless--he deauxma'd been determined he wouldn't be crammed in with deauxma strangers while doctors and nurses pawed him over. It wasn't that he hated people mrs; it was just that deauxma he deauxma didn't like having them around when he was feeling so deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs vulnerable and couldn't get away.
"Dr here. Steiner," he said mrs forcefully, "give me your watch. You deauxma want me to have it deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs."
But then why deauxma had Dr. Steiner been unaffected? Could it be, Paul wondered, that deauxma his--"power"--worked only on women ?
"Jasmine, I deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs know you're probably upset deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs with me, even deauxma though you don't show it," he addressed her. "Forget about deauxma it mrs. Completely. Nothing unusual happened here, except that you had a little daydream about being a dancer. Nod your deauxma head if your mind deauxma accepts this deauxma as true here."
"Very good, Jasmine. Now finish up here your nurse's deauxma duties here and go on with your rounds."
Over the next few days, cautious experimentation confirmed Paul's guesses and expanded his understanding of deauxma his new abilities. As he'd deauxma thought, he could control women but not men. The--influence, whatever it was, could manipulate not only actions but deauxma memories and mrs thoughts, and suggestions seemed not deauxma to wear off, at diaryofamilf least in the short term. It deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs didn't work over the phone, unless he specifically told his target face deauxma-to-face deauxma ahead of time to respond to phone commands.
Just how far his control extended, wasn deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs't sure he wanted to know. It deauxma was deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs already clear that he could override normal moral deauxma restraints. His first efforts with Rhonda and Jasmine had deauxma indicated that, and he'd arranged a get-together deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs between the two of them which had proved that even basic sexual orientation could be altered at his deauxma whim; he wished he'd had a camera for that episode. But he couldn't bring himself to order one of here his "voice puppets," as he was starting to think of them, to actually hurt or kill deauxma someone. He was afraid she'd do deauxma it deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs, as willingly as she deauxma would deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs obey any other instruction. And what would that make him?
There was another quote, from nineteenth-century Britain: "Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely." His power wasn't absolute; his inability to control men here, for one thing, limited it. But here it was great enough to offer plenty of chances for deauxma corruption.
Paul smiled an evil smile. Ms. Sands was about to here experience a change of attitude. All he needed mrs was to get her alone.
"I think you mrs should deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs stop worrying about it, Charlene," Paul instructed her deauxma. "I'll take care of Mrs deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs. Cortez."
Ms. Sands' expression softened. She nodded. "Yes, Paul." Then deauxma, with a touch of deauxma her former steel, "Don't call me deauxma Charlene. It's Ms mrs. Sands to you, is that clear diaryofamilf, Mr. Bennett?"
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