 Instantly, her expression changed. "You bastard." she yelled bigmouthfuls. "What the hell did you do to me? I was like a puppet bigmouthfuls--I did everything you said, and even acted like I bigmouthfuls enjoyed it, while inside I bigmouthfuls was furious. Humiliated." She glared at him. "I don't know how you did it , but this bigmouthfuls was your one and only shot. I'm not coming back here; you can try your sick tricks bigmouthfuls on someone bigmouthfuls else bigmouthfuls--and I'm telling the hospital authorities. Maybe the bigmouthfuls cops."
 Rhonda shuddered, picturing herself trying to bigmouthfuls explain how just a few words from a patient had had her doing a strip bigmouthfuls act for him. She'd be lucky just to lose her job. "As for bigmouthfuls coming access back bigmouthfuls here bigmouthfuls," Paul went on, "of bigmouthfuls course you will access, if it's part of your normal duties . And you bigmouthfuls'll bigmouthfuls do bigmouthfuls everything you can to make sure it continues to be part of your duties, won't you?"
 He regarded her for a moment. "One access thing bigmouthfuls," he said . "'Mr. Bennett bigmouthfuls' is too formal, if we're going to bigmouthfuls be," he bigmouthfuls smirked, "working closely together. From now on, you'll only call me that if bigmouthfuls other people are around. When we're bigmouthfuls alone, it's 'master.' Do bigmouthfuls you understand?"
 "Good girl bigmouthfuls, Rhonda." The nurse toppled bigmouthfuls over, glassy bigmouthfuls-eyed, scrambling bigmouthfuls to tear off bigmouthfuls her access clothing bigmouthfuls as her body spasmed uncontrollably access.
 "Good," Paul bigmouthfuls responded, restraining the urge to use Rhonda's sexual bigmouthfuls trigger again bigmouthfuls. Time enough for that later. "Now, Rhonda, it's bigmouthfuls time for bigmouthfuls you to go about your duties. You can go."
 You bigmouthfuls can say that again, Doctor, Bennett said bigmouthfuls to himself. And I guess my hot little bigmouthfuls nurse didn't spill access the beans.
 "Dr. Steiner," he said forcefully, "give me your bigmouthfuls watch. You bigmouthfuls want me to have it bigmouthfuls."
 Paul felt access sorry for her. "Forget your worries," he suggested. "Imagine you're a dancer. Keep your bigmouthfuls arms raised bigmouthfuls, and stand bigmouthfuls on bigmouthfuls tiptoe--that bigmouthfuls's right--and turn, slowly, slowly. Imagine bigmouthfuls you're on stage, under a spotlight, and a big bigmouthfuls audience is watching bigmouthfuls you, seeing how graceful you bigmouthfuls are. Applauding. Keep turning, slowly bigmouthfuls, slowly, for the audience bigmouthfuls."
 Jasmine obeyed, relaxing as her mind accepted the fantasy and forgot the reality. It was so bigmouthfuls much easier to be a dancer, performing for an audience, than a frightened bigmouthfuls girl who somehow had to obey a strange man bigmouthfuls.
 After a couple of minutes, Paul was satisfied bigmouthfuls. Jasmine was clearly under bigmouthfuls his control, just as Rhonda had bigmouthfuls been bigmouthfuls earlier.
 Her eyes opened. She sighed and settled back onto the soles of bigmouthfuls her feet.
 "Thank you, Mr. Bennett," she bigmouthfuls said, letting her arms fall to her sides bigmouthfuls. As had bigmouthfuls been true access with Rhonda, she still seemed oddly calm for someone who'd been forced to obey a stranger's every bigmouthfuls command--but as with Rhonda, she seemed fully awake and bigmouthfuls rational. He access suspected, though, that inside, she was probably furious and bigmouthfuls terrified, as Rhonda had been. He'd better do bigmouthfuls something about that.
 "Yes, Mr. Bennett," the nurse responded. She checked the room bigmouthfuls carefully, fluffed his pillows, and bigmouthfuls left, casting a last smile back at him. If she still had any bigmouthfuls memory bigmouthfuls of what he'd done, she bigmouthfuls showed no sign of it.
 Paul was feeling much stronger bigmouthfuls, and much more confident. A access week after returning home bigmouthfuls, he went back to bigmouthfuls work.
 And she hated Paul's guts. She seemed never to miss bigmouthfuls an opportunity to put him down, and did bigmouthfuls her best bigmouthfuls to keep him from getting any real credit for anything. She, in fact, was the reason bigmouthfuls he had given up on bigmouthfuls ever being bigmouthfuls promoted. He'd watched others with sales records bigmouthfuls far inferior to his pass him on the corporate ladder; some of them had been people he'd trained. But there bigmouthfuls had been bigmouthfuls nothing he could do about it, nothing but grit his teeth and soldier on.
 He didn't have to wait long for his bigmouthfuls opportunity. He'd hardly had a chance to bigmouthfuls clock bigmouthfuls in and sit down at his desk when his phone rang. It bigmouthfuls was her.
 Paul's bigmouthfuls heart sank bigmouthfuls. Could access he really have--? Yes, he decided. He had already bigmouthfuls been sick when access he'd landed the Cortez bigmouthfuls account. He bigmouthfuls remembered the day he bigmouthfuls and Mrs. Cortez had signed the papers; his throat had bigmouthfuls hurt so much, all he'd wanted was bigmouthfuls to get out of there. Yes, he could have made a mistake.
 It was the perfect opening.
 Ms. Sands bigmouthfuls' expression softened. She nodded. "Yes, Paul." Then, with a touch of her former steel, "Don't bigmouthfuls call me bigmouthfuls Charlene. It's Ms. Sands to you bigmouthfuls, is that clear, Mr. Bennett?"
 Charlene gasped, her bigmouthfuls face reddening. "It, it's not right," she protested weakly bigmouthfuls. "You shouldn't. I, I mustn't. I . . . what's happening bigmouthfuls to me ?"
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