He vip noticed he vipparty was attached to an vip IV drip and several monitors. The drip, he realized foggily, must account for why he felt so detached, and why his throat only burned a little party instead of hurting like vip hell. He dance looked up at the tiled ceiling vip; it seemed to be shifting colors site in a herringbone party pattern, like a television party picture with bad reception. The colors vipparty were fascinating. The colors were site. The colors dance party. . . .
He tried to say vipparty something dance party, but dance all that came party out was vip a hoarse croak.
Paul allowed himself to be soothed. He didn't really have vip much choice site, after all; either party he'd be okay vipparty or party he wouldn't, but he was in site no position vipparty to leap up and vipparty make a break for it. After a while, he went to sleep again.
He must have still been a vip little woozy vip, because, eyes fixing on her impressive chest, he vip blurted, "Hey babe, nice rack vip. How vip's about peeling off that starched shirt and giving dance party me a good vip look?" The moment the words vipparty were out of his mouth party, he cringed. Oh my party God, he thought, did I say that out loud?
How far could he vip push this vipparty?
It had to have been the operation. It dance party had done vip something to his voice. Paul vaguely recalled reading an dance party article years ago about vip how certain frequencies vip of sound outside the normal human hearing range could have physical vipparty and psychological effects even though they were inaudible. Apparently they worked directly on party the dance brain vip, without involving the ears. Maybe his larynx vip had been altered by dance party the surgery so that when he spoke, some extra frequency was produced which compelled party obedience.
Instantly, her expression changed site. "You bastard!" she vip yelled. "What the hell vipparty did you do to me? I was like a puppet--I did everything you said, and even acted like I enjoyed it, while inside I was furious! Humiliated!" She glared at him. "I don't know how you did it, but this was your one and only shot! I'm not coming back here; you can vipparty try your sick tricks on party someone else--and I'm telling the hospital authorities! Maybe the cops!"
He regarded her vip for a moment party. "One thing dance party," he said. "'Mr. Bennett' is too formal, if we're party going to be," he vipparty smirked vip, "working closely together. From vipparty now on vip, you'll only call me vipparty that if party other people are around. When we're vip alone, it's 'master.' Do you vipparty understand?"
"Good girl, Rhonda." The nurse toppled over, glassy-eyed, scrambling to tear off vipparty her clothing as her body party spasmed uncontrollably.
"Yes . . . master . . . ." Rhonda replied vipparty, still a bit breathless.
Now, Paul mused, I find out whether vip my commands hold once she's not near me. If site they don't, the next voice I hear may be coming from a police officer. And on that vip happy vip note party, he went back to sleep.
"I'm feeling a lot better, Doctor--" he party squinted at the nametag on the doctor's coat--"Steiner." He laughed, then winced as his throat twinged. "I party guess I was pretty out of it for a while after the surgery vipparty."
"Perfectly normal," Dr. Steiner said vipparty. "Good news. We're still going over the tests vipparty, but dance early indications are that we got the whole tumor. If you're vip lucky vip, you won't need more than a mild course of chemotherapy."
His eyes fell on the expensive watch on the dance party doctor's right wrist. A vipparty gold Rolex party, it undoubtedly cost vipparty more than he made in three months as an vipparty insurance salesman vip. Why shouldn't he have one?
"Dr. Steiner," he vipparty said forcefully, "give me your watch vip. You want me to have it."
The doctor blinked at him. "What are you talking about, Mr. Bennett?" He reflexively covered the watch with dance his left hand. He dance party not-quite joked, "Get your own."
"Very nice." Paul thought for a moment: what would be a good party test vip?
It was possible vip, he supposed. He'd vip heard that the hearing ranges of men vip and women were slightly different, with women being more sensitive to higher frequencies than men were. If the "something extra vip" his voice had gained vip were some magic high party frequency, it vipparty might affect men and women vip differently.
Jasmine nodded her head.
The Hamilton Insurance vip Company was a vip medium-sized firm housed vipparty in a three-story brick building dating to the vipparty early 1950s vipparty. Paul Bennett, at forty, was a successful vip salesman for the company dance party. In appearance, he was ordinary: medium party height, medium build (just beginning to go to pot), medium complexion, plain brown hair beginning to recede at vip the temples. Despite vip his sales site record, he had vip long since resigned site himself vip to the likelihood that he would advance no further in the company's ranks.
Ms vip. Sands' expression softened. She nodded. "Yes, Paul." Then vip, with a touch of her former steel, "Don't call me Charlene. It's Ms. Sands vip to you, is that clear, Mr. Bennett party?"
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