40 The Yesmaster

     "Shh," the nurse 40 responded. "It's all 40 right, Mr. Bennett. Don't try to talk just 40inchplus yet; I'm only just now taking out your tracheal tube. You're doing fine."
     Rhonda was beginning to sway on her feet. She was having trouble maintaining her 40 pose bent over him; if she 40 didn't stand up, she'd fall over inch soon. Pleasurable 40 as it might 40 be to inch have her collapse on inch top of 40inchplus him, he wasn't, he decided regretfully 40inchplus, quite ready for that.
     Instantly 40inchplus, her expression changed. "You bastard." she yelled. "What the hell did you do to me 40? I was like a puppet--I did join everything you said 40inchplus, and 40inchplus even acted like I enjoyed it, while inside I was furious inch. Humiliated." She 40 glared at him join. "I inch don't know how you did it, but this was your one join and only shot. I'm not coming back here; you can try 40inchplus your sick tricks on someone else--and 40 I'm 40 telling the hospital authorities. Maybe the cops."
     He 40 regarded her for a moment. "One thing," he said. "'Mr. Bennett 40' is too formal, if we're 40 going to be," he smirked, "working 40 closely together. From now on, you'll only call me that if other people are around. When we're alone, it's 'master.' Do 40inchplus you understand?"
     "Good girl, Rhonda." The nurse toppled over, glassy-eyed, scrambling to tear off her 40 clothing as 40 her body spasmed uncontrollably.
     Now 40, Paul mused, I join find out whether 40 my commands hold 40 once she's not near me. If they don't, the next voice I hear may be coming from a police officer. And on that 40 happy note, he went back to sleep 40inchplus.
     Paul blanched 40. It 40 hadn't 40 worked inch! Was--whatever inch it was--gone? Or had it never been real at all? Had 40 his puppeting 40 of inch Nurse Rhonda been nothing more than 40 an anesthetic-induced dream 40? He had to find out!
     "What's your name plus?" he asked 40inchplus her.
     He had it: a gimmick from stage 40 hypnotism. It 40 was pure show business, but 40 it was a harmless suggestion which wouldn 40't get him into trouble if it failed 40inchplus. "Jasmine, raise your arms above 40 your head and clasp your hands 40 together, and stay 40 that way."
     But then why had Dr. Steiner been unaffected? Could it be 40inchplus, Paul wondered, that his--"power"--worked 40 only on women?
     Jasmine was still turning, turning 40 on inch tiptoe 40, hands clasped over her head. Her plus eyes were 40 closed 40 now, her lips slightly parted. Clearly plus, she was enjoying herself in the fantasy he'd built 40inchplus for her. It 40inchplus almost seemed a shame to end it, but 40 he'd learned enough.
     Over the next few days 40, cautious experimentation confirmed 40 Paul's guesses and expanded his understanding of his new 40inchplus abilities. As he'd thought, he could control women but not men. The 40--influence, whatever it was, could manipulate not only actions but memories and thoughts, and suggestions seemed not 40 to wear off, at least in the short term. It didn't 40inchplus work over the phone, unless he specifically told his target inch face-to-face ahead of time to respond to phone commands.
     Paul was feeling much stronger, and much more confident 40. A 40inchplus week after returning inch home plus, he 40inchplus went back to work.
     "I think you should stop worrying about it, Charlene join," Paul instructed her. "I'll take care of Mrs. Cortez."
     Ms. Sands' expression softened. She nodded. "Yes 40, Paul." Then, with a touch of her former 40 steel, "Don't 40 call me Charlene. It's Ms. Sands inch to you, is that clear 40inchplus, Mr. Bennett?"