 Paul allowed himself asian to be soothed. He didn sweat't asian really have much choice, after all; either he'd be okay or he asiansweat wouldn't, but he was in no position to asiansweat leap up and make a break for it. After a while, he went to sleep again.
 How far asian could he push this?
 Rhonda was beginning sweat to sway asian on her feet. She was having trouble maintaining her pose bent over him; if she didn't stand up, she'd fall over soon. Pleasurable as it might be to asiansweat have her collapse on top of him, he wasn't, he decided regretfully online, quite online ready for that.
 Instantly, her expression changed. "You bastard!" she yelled. "What the asiansweat hell did you do to me? I was like a puppet--I did asian everything you said, and even acted like I enjoyed sweat it, while asian inside asian I was furious! Humiliated!" She glared asian at him asian. "I don't know how online you did it, but this asian was your one and asian only asian shot sweat! I'm not coming back here; you can try your sick tricks on someone else--and I'm asian telling the hospital online authorities online! Maybe the cops!"
 "We sweat understand asiansweat each other, then," Paul said.
 He got his chance shortly thereafter, when another nurse came in.
 "Very nice." Paul thought asian for a moment: what would be a good test?
 After a couple of minutes, Paul was satisfied. Jasmine was clearly under his control, just as Rhonda had been earlier asian.
 Over asiansweat the next few days asian, cautious experimentation confirmed Paul asian's guesses and expanded his understanding asian of his new abilities. As he asian'd thought, he could control women asian but asian not men. The--influence, whatever it was, could asian manipulate not only actions but memories and thoughts, and suggestions seemed not to wear off, at least in the short term. It didn't sweat work over the phone, unless he specifically told his target face-to-face asian ahead of time to respond to asiansweat phone asian commands asian.
 Paul was feeling much stronger, and much more confident. A asian week after returning home, he went back to work.
 The Hamilton Insurance Company was a medium-sized asiansweat firm housed in a three-story brick building dating to the early 1950s asian. Paul Bennett, at asian forty, was asian a successful salesman for the company. In appearance asian, he was ordinary : medium height asiansweat, medium build (just asiansweat beginning to go to pot), medium asiansweat complexion, plain brown hair asian beginning to recede at asian the temples. Despite his sales record, he had long since resigned himself to the likelihood that he would advance no further in the company's ranks.
 His immediate supervisor asian was a woman, Charlene Sands. Bennett had heard all the stories about how she'd slept her way to asian the asian top (or at least to middle management). He wasn't sure he believed them, but it was certainly possible. She had the looks for it, tanned skin, a "killer bod" only somewhat concealed by the tailored asiansweat business attire asiansweat she asian wore, glossy black hair, green eyes behind elegantly-framed glasses. She had the sweat manipulative temperament for it, too.
 Charlene gasped, her face reddening. "It, it's asian not right," she protested weakly. "You shouldn't. I, I mustn asian't. I . . . what's happening to me?"
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