 He closed his booblatina eyes booblatina, and the world went away for boob a while.
 Paul allowed himself boob to be soothed. He didn't really have much choice latina, after booblatina all; either he'd street be okay or latina street he wouldn latina street't, but he was in boob no position to leap up and make a break latina street for it. After a while, he went to sleep boob again.
 "Very nice, babe," he said to the nurse, who held her booblatina position as if turned into a statue. "What's boob your name, anyway?"
 "Rhonda," Paul said, "take off your bra now. You don't need it boob." He had an booblatina idea boob: "Take it off as though you were boob a boob stripper boob. You'd like to do that booblatina, wouldn't you? "
 "Yes, Mr. Bennett," Rhonda said. She giggled and began peeling off her brassiere, undulating and humming a little strip-club tune to herself. She boob dangled the garment in front of him briefly, then threw it away latina. After that, she went still again boob, beautiful boobs swaying freely mere inches from his face.
 It had to boob have been booblatina the operation. It had done something to his voice. Paul vaguely recalled reading an article years ago boob about how certain frequencies of sound outside latina street the normal human hearing range could have physical and booblatina psychological effects even though they were inaudible booblatina. Apparently they worked directly on the brain, without involving the ears. Maybe his boob larynx had been boob altered booblatina by the boob surgery so that when he spoke boob, some extra frequency was produced which compelled obedience.
 "Rhonda, stand up," he said. She obeyed, repeating boob, "Yes, Mr. Bennett." He could see her relax once she was no longer leaning booblatina over so awkwardly. "Rhonda, get boob dressed," he continued. She picked up her bra and booblatina blouse and put them on calmly. "Rhonda," he asked curiously, "how do you feel about what just happened booblatina?"
 "Yes, master latina," Rhonda agreed booblatina.
 He got his chance shortly thereafter latina street, when jpeg another nurse booblatina came in.
 "Very nice." Paul thought for latina a moment: what would be a boob good test latina street?
 "Shh," Paul said. "Not another word." Instantly, Jasmine fell silent, looking scared boob.
 "Yes, Mr boob. Bennett," the nurse responded. She checked the room carefully, fluffed his pillows, and left, casting a booblatina last smile back at him boob. If she still had any memory of what he latina street'd done, she showed no sign boob of it.
 He smiled to boob himself boob. Some of those chances he meant to take boob. The smile faded; only some latina of latina street them. Some lines were not to be crossed. The smile returned. As long as he knew what those lines boob were, what was the harm in playing around? His smile broadened boob into a grin. Soon enough, he was ready to go home. Somewhat to the surprise of his boob doctor boob, he didn't go latina street home alone. Nurses Rhonda boob Marks and boob Jasmine booblatina Thibodeaux went boob with him, having persuaded booblatina Administration jpeg to allow them to boob serve as health attendants for booblatina him during his convalescence. Their arguments to the male administrators had been quite strong booblatina, and very intimate. The latina street chief nurse, a forbidding figure in her boob fifties latina street, had tried to stand in the way until, at Paul's suggestion, the nurses had brought him to latina street see her. Five minutes latina later, she boob'd agreed boob to the arrangement, "for as long booblatina as you wish boob, Mr. Bennett boob, sir latina street."
 His immediate supervisor was a woman street, Charlene Sands. Bennett had heard all boob the stories about how she'd slept her way to the top (or at least to middle management jpeg). He wasn't sure he booblatina believed them, but it was certainly possible. She had the looks for it, tanned skin, a "killer bod" only somewhat booblatina concealed by the tailored boob business boob attire she boob wore, glossy latina street black hair, green eyes behind elegantly-framed booblatina glasses street. She had the booblatina manipulative temperament jpeg for it boob, too.
 And she hated Paul's boob guts. She seemed never to miss an opportunity to put him down, and did her best to keep him from getting any real latina credit for anything. She, in fact, was the reason jpeg he had given up jpeg on ever being promoted. He'd watched others boob with boob sales boob records far inferior to jpeg his booblatina pass him on the boob corporate ladder; some of them had jpeg been people he'd trained booblatina. But there had been nothing he boob could do about latina street it, nothing but grit boob his teeth and soldier boob on.
 Until now.
 "Paul," she boob said, "I need to speak with you for a boob few minutes, if you don't mind."
 "You understand, Paul," she said, struggling boob for cool detachment, "this booblatina doesn't change anything. Whatever just . . . happened here latina street, I'm still boob your boss. Don't think you've gotten some booblatina kind of leverage with me boob."
 Yes, sir, he thought booblatina to himself boob as he gave his tie a final straightening tug booblatina before opening the door, things were definitely looking up.
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