He noticed he was attached to an IV drip and several monitors. The drip, he realized foggily, must account for why he team felt so detached, and why his teamsquirt throat only burned a little instead of team hurting like hell. He team looked up double at the double tiled ceiling team; it team seemed teamsquirt to be double team shifting colors in a herringbone pattern, like a videos television team picture with bad reception. The colors were fascinating team. The colors were team. The colors videos. . . .
Paul allowed himself to be soothed. He didn't really have much choice team, after all; either he'd be okay or he wouldn't, but he was in no position to leap up and make a break for it. After a while, he went to sleep again.
He must have team still been a little woozy double, because, eyes fixing on her impressive chest, he blurted, "Hey babe, nice team rack. How's about peeling off that starched shirt and giving team me a good look?" The moment the words were out of his mouth, he cringed. Oh my God, he thought, did I say that out loud?
How far could he push this?
This was incredible. This gorgeous doll of a nurse apparently teamsquirt would do anything he said. But she didn't look or act "hypnotized" in the stereotypical team sense team: her team eyes weren't glazed, she teamsquirt spoke in a normal voice team, she moved like a regular person squirt and not a team B teamsquirt-movie zombie.
"Good girl, Rhonda team." The nurse toppled over, glassy-eyed, scrambling to videos tear off her clothing as her body spasmed uncontrollably.
As it turned out, the next voice team he heard was his doctor's.
"What's your name?" he asked her team.
He had team it: a gimmick from stage hypnotism. It was pure show business, but it was a harmless double team suggestion which wouldn't get him into trouble if it failed teamsquirt. "Jasmine, raise your arms team above your head and clasp team your hands together, and stay that way."
"Yes teamsquirt, Mr. Bennett." The dark team-skinned nurse videos obeyed, then looked startled. "Hey, what's going on? How'd you do that?" She tried to unclasp her hands and double team bring down her arms double team, but nothing happened. "Cut it out team. Let team me teamsquirt go."
"Shh," Paul said. "Not another word." Instantly, Jasmine fell silent, looking team scared.
But then why had team Dr. Steiner been unaffected? Could it be team, Paul wondered, that his--"power"--worked only on women?
"Jasmine," he addressed her, "it's time to come back to reality. You had fun team pretending teamsquirt to videos be teamsquirt a dancer, but you have patients who need you team."
He teamsquirt smiled to himself. Some of those chances team he meant to take. The smile faded; only some of teamsquirt them videos. Some videos lines were not to be videos crossed. The smile returned. As long as he knew what those lines were, what was the harm in playing around? His smile broadened into teamsquirt a team grin. Soon enough, he was ready to go home. Somewhat to the surprise of double team his doctor, he didn't go home alone. Nurses Rhonda Marks and Jasmine Thibodeaux went with him, having persuaded Administration to allow them to teamsquirt serve as health attendants for him team during his convalescence. Their arguments to the male administrators had double team been quite strong, and very intimate. The chief nurse, a forbidding team figure in her fifties, had tried to stand in the team way until team, at Paul's suggestion, the nurses had brought him to see her. Five team minutes later, she'd agreed to the arrangement, "for as long as you wish, Mr team. Bennett, sir double team."
Paul's heart sank. Could team he really have--? Yes, he team decided. He had already been sick team when he'd landed the Cortez account. He remembered the day he and Mrs. Cortez squirt had signed the papers; his throat had team hurt so much, all he'd team wanted was to get out double of there double team. Yes, he could have team made a mistake.
"I team think you should stop worrying about it, Charlene," Paul instructed her. "I'll take care of Mrs team. Cortez."
"RRRRRARRRRRR!" Charlene launched herself across her desk at team him, knocking him out of his chair. The two of teamsquirt them went down in double a heap. Then, for team a time, both of them forgot team about everything but teamsquirt each other.
"You understand, Paul," she said, struggling for cool detachment, "this double doesn't team change anything. Whatever team just . . . happened team here, I'm team still your boss teamsquirt. Don't think you've gotten some kind team of leverage double team with me."
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