"Good girl, Rhonda."

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"How are we doing jenna, Mr. Bennett jennahazefacial?" the middle-aged man in the clean white coat asked. "Your chart facial tit indicates you're making a jenna pretty good recovery, but the charts don't jennahazefacial show everything."

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

Paul felt sorry for her. "Forget your worries," he suggested. "Imagine you're a dancer. Keep jenna your arms raised, and haze stand on tiptoe--that's right--and turn, slowly, slowly jenna. Imagine you jenna're jennahazefacial on stage, under a spotlight, and facial tit a big audience is watching you, seeing how graceful you tit are. Applauding. Keep jenna turning, slowly, slowly, for the jenna audience."

It was jenna possible, he supposed. He'd heard that jennahazefacial the hearing ranges jennahazefacial of men and women were slightly tit different, with women being more jenna sensitive jenna to higher jenna frequencies than men jennahazefacial were jenna. If the tit "something extra" his voice had gained were some magic high online frequency, it might jennahazefacial affect men and women differently.

Her eyes opened. She sighed jennahazefacial and settled back onto haze the soles of her feet jenna.

Jasmine nodded her head jenna.

Over the next facial tit few days, cautious experimentation confirmed Paul's guesses and jenna expanded his understanding of his new abilities. As jenna he'd thought jenna, he facial tit could control women but not men haze. The--influence, whatever it was jenna, could manipulate not only actions but memories and thoughts jennahazefacial, and suggestions seemed not to jenna wear off, at least in the short term. It didn't work jenna over the facial tit phone, unless he specifically told his jennahazefacial target face-to-face ahead of time to respond to phone commands.

Just how far his control extended, wasn't sure he jenna wanted to know. It was online already clear that jenna he could override normal moral restraints. His first efforts with Rhonda jenna and Jasmine had indicated that, and he'd arranged a get-together between jenna the two of them which had proved that even basic sexual jenna orientation could jennahazefacial be altered at his whim; he wished tit he'd had a camera for that episode. But he tit couldn't bring jenna himself to order one of his "voice puppets," as he was starting jennahazefacial to think of them, to actually hurt or kill someone. He was afraid she'd do it jenna, as willingly as she tit would obey any other jennahazefacial instruction. And what would that jennahazefacial make him?

Suppressing the urge haze to ask her what she wanted jenna to talk about--it didn't matter, after all, not now--he answered, "On my way, Ms. Sands." He got up and walked casually over to her office, opened the door and went in. Carefully, he shut the door behind him and sat down in the chair next to her desk.

Paul's heart sank haze. Could he really have--? Yes, he decided. He had already online been sick when he'd landed the Cortez account. He remembered the day he and Mrs. Cortez had signed the papers; his haze throat had hurt so much, all he'd facial wanted was to get out of there. Yes, he could have made jenna a mistake.

"I think you should stop worrying about it, Charlene," Paul instructed her jenna. "I'll take care of Mrs. Cortez."

"You understand, Paul," she said, struggling for cool detachment, "this doesn't change anything. Whatever just facial . . . happened here facial tit, I'm still your boss tit. Don't think you've gotten some kind of jennahazefacial leverage with me."