Oh, the doctors had assured him that the operation to remove the tumor in his sweet larynx carried only limited risks; it wasn't as if they were digging around in his brain, after all. Just the same, anything could happen under the knife.
He looked around. He was cherrys in the private room he'd paid through the sweet nose sweetcherrys for. Bad enough that he sweet had to be sick, and helpless--he'd been sweet determined he wouldn't be crammed in with strangers while sweet sixteen doctors and sweetcherrys nurses pawed him sweet over. It wasn sweet't that images he hated people; it was sweet just that he didn't like having them around when he was feeling sweet so sweetcherrys vulnerable and sixteen couldn't sweetcherrys get away.
He sweet sixteen closed his sweetcherrys eyes, and the world went cherrys away for a while.
When he woke up again, his head was sweet clearer cherrys. He could look at the ceiling without hallucinating or passing out cherrys. 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 been detached from sweetcherrys the sweet intravenous setup.
"Shh," the nurse responded. "It's all right sweet, Mr. Bennett. Don't try to talk just yet; I'm only just now taking out your tracheal tube. You're doing fine."
He must have still been sweetcherrys a little woozy, because, eyes fixing sweet on her impressive chest, he blurted, "Hey babe, nice rack. How's about peeling off that starched shirt sweet and giving sweet sixteen me a good look?" The moment sweet the words were out sixteen of sweet his mouth, he cringed. Oh my God, he thought, did sweet sixteen I say that out loud?
What happened sweet next was totally sweetcherrys unexpected. The gorgeous nurse stiffened, then, eyes widening, casually unbuttoned her sweetcherrys blouse, and tossed it aside. Then she leaned sweetcherrys forward cherrys over him and said, "Is this good enough, Mr. Bennett?"
Rhonda shuddered, picturing sweet herself trying to explain how just a few words from a patient had images had her doing cherrys a sweet strip act sweet for him. She sweet'd sweetcherrys be lucky sweet just to lose her job. "As for coming back here," Paul went on, "of sweet course you cherrys will, if sweetcherrys it's part of your normal duties. And you'll do everything you sweetcherrys can to make sure it continues to be part of your duties, won't you?"
"Yes, Mr. Bennett," she replied calmly, her angry expression and sweet tone instantly gone. "Everything I can."
"Good girl sweet, Rhonda."
Now, Paul mused, I find sweet out whether sweet my commands hold once she's not near me. If they don't, the sweet sixteen next sweet voice I hear may sweetcherrys be coming from sweet a police officer. And on that happy note sweetcherrys, he went back to sleep sweet.
"Perfectly normal sweet," Dr. Steiner said sweetcherrys. "Good news. We're sweet still going over the tests, but early sweet indications are that we got the whole tumor. If you're lucky, you won't need more than a mild course of sweetcherrys chemotherapy."
"Very nice sweet." Paul sweet thought for a moment: what would be a cherrys good test?
There was another quote, from nineteenth-century Britain: "Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts sixteen absolutely." His power wasn't absolute; his inability to sweet control men, for sweetcherrys one thing, limited it. But sweet it images was great enough to offer cherrys plenty of chances for corruption.
His sweet immediate supervisor was a woman sweet, Charlene Sands. Bennett had heard all the stories about how she'd slept her way to the top (or sweet at least to middle management). He wasn't sure he sweet believed them, but it was certainly possible. She had the looks for it, tanned skin, a "killer bod" only somewhat concealed by the tailored business attire she wore cherrys, glossy black sweetcherrys hair sweet, green eyes sweet behind elegantly-framed glasses. She had the manipulative temperament for it cherrys, too.
Paul smiled sweet an evil smile. Ms. Sands was about to experience a sweet change of attitude. All he needed sweetcherrys was to get her alone.
Charlene sweet sixteen gasped, her face reddening. "It cherrys, it's not right," she protested weakly. "You shouldn sweet't sweet sixteen. I sweetcherrys, I mustn sweet't sweet. I . . . what's happening to me?"
Yes, sir sweet, he thought to himself as he gave his tie a final sweet straightening tug before opening cherrys the door, things were definitely looking up sixteen.
And this was sweetcherrys just the beginning.
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