He closed his eyes, and the world went away for a image while.

Paul deauxma was diaryofamilf stunned. This couldn deauxma't be real. It sure mrs looked real deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs though--and really great. He deauxma could deauxma feel himself growing hard beneath deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs his hospital gown.

This was incredible. This gorgeous doll myfriendshotmom deauxma of a nurse apparently would do deauxma anything mrs he said. But deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs she didn't look or act "hypnotized" in the deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs stereotypical sense: her eyes weren't glazed, she spoke in a normal voice, she moved like a regular person and not myfriendshotmom deauxma a B-movie zombie.

"Good girl, Rhonda." The nurse toppled over myfriendshotmom deauxma, glassy-eyed, scrambling to tear off her clothing as her body deauxma spasmed uncontrollably.

"Great, Doctor." Bennett was deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs exultant deauxma. What deauxma good would it be to gain deauxma the deauxma power to make myfriendshotmom deauxma people do his bidding deauxma if he were going to die soon?

He had it: a gimmick from stage hypnotism. It was deauxma pure show business, but deauxma it was a harmless suggestion which deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs wouldn myfriendshotmom't get him into trouble if it failed. "Jasmine, raise your arms above your head deauxma and clasp your deauxma hands together, and stay that way."

Jasmine obeyed, relaxing as her mind accepted the deauxma fantasy deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs and forgot the reality. It was so much easier to be a dancer, performing for an audience, than deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs a deauxma frightened girl who somehow deauxma had to obey a strange man.

But then why had deauxma Dr. Steiner deauxma been unaffected? Could it be, Paul wondered, that his myfriendshotmom deauxma--"power"--worked only on women?

Jasmine deauxma nodded her head.

"Very good, Jasmine. Now finish up your nurse's duties deauxma here and deauxma go deauxma on with your rounds."

"Yes myfriendshotmom, Mr. Bennett," the nurse responded. She checked the room carefully, fluffed deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs his pillows myfriendshotmom, and left, casting a last smile back at him. If she still had any memory of deauxma what he'd deauxma done, she myfriendshotmom deauxma showed no sign of it.

There was another quote, from nineteenth-century Britain: "Power deauxma corrupts deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs, and absolute deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs power corrupts absolutely." His power wasn't absolute deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs; his inability to deauxma control men, for one thing, limited deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs it. But it was great deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs enough to offer plenty of chances for corruption deauxma.

Paul deauxma was feeling much stronger, and much deauxma more confident. A deauxma week after deauxma returning deauxma home, he went back to deauxma work.

He didn't myfriendshotmom deauxma have to wait long deauxma for his opportunity. He'd hardly had a chance to clock in deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs and sit down at his desk myfriendshotmom deauxma when his phone rang. It was her.

"I don't blame mrs her for being deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs angry. If it were me deauxma, I'd be suing." Ms. Sands reached up a hand to tip her glasses down, then looked deauxma at deauxma him over the deauxma rims. "As it is, she's cancelling one of our biggest accounts. Unless," she smiled myfriendshotmom grimly, "we fire you. She's deauxma willing to keep her insurance, even under the circumstances, on that condition."