When jpg he woke up again, his gay head was clearer. He could gay look at the ceiling without gay hallucinating or passing out. There seemed to be some activity around him; a very pretty nurse, he realized, was disconnecting some kind of tube from his throat, and he'd already gayboy been detached gay from the intravenous setup gay.

"Shh," the nurse gay responded. "It's all gayboy right, Mr. Bennett. Don't try to talk just yet gay; I'm only just now jpg taking out your tracheal gay tube. You're doing fine."

He must gayboy have still been a little gay woozy, because, eyes fixing gay on her impressive chest gay, he blurted, "Hey gayboy babe, nice rack. How 's about peeling gay off that starched gay shirt and giving me a gay good look?" The moment the words were out of his mouth, he cringed gay. Oh my God gayboy, he thought, did I say that out loud?

"Very nice , babe gayboy," he said to the nurse, who held her position gayboy as if turned into a statue. "What's your name, anyway?"

Now, Paul mused, I find out whether my commands hold once she's not jpg near me. If they gay don't, the gayboy next voice I hear may be coming from gayboy a police gay officer. And on that happy note, he went back gay to sleep.

His eyes fell on the expensive watch gayboy on the doctor gay's right wrist gay. A gold Rolex, it undoubtedly cost more than he made in three months as an insurance salesman. Why shouldn't he have one?

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

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

After a couple of minutes, Paul was satisfied. Jasmine was clearly gay under his control, just as gay Rhonda had been earlier.

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

Paul recalled an old line from the comics he'd jpg read as a kid: "With gay great power comes great responsibility." It had always struck him as corny, but now--.

"Paul," she said, "I need to speak with you for a few minutes, if you don't mind."

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