"Rhonda," Paul said, "take off allsitesaccess your movies bra now allsitesaccess. You don't need it." He allsitesaccess had an idea: "Take allsitesaccess it off as though allsitesaccess you allsitesaccess were a stripper. You allsitesaccess'd like to do that, wouldn't you? "

"Rhonda, stand up," he said. She obeyed, repeating, "Yes allsitesaccess, Mr. Bennett." He could see her relax allsitesaccess once she was no longer leaning over so awkwardly. "Rhonda, get dressed allsitesaccess," he continued. She picked up her bra and blouse allsitesaccess and put them on allsitesaccess calmly. "Rhonda," he asked curiously allsitesaccess, "how allsitesaccess do you feel allsitesaccess about allsitesaccess what just happened?"

"No allsitesaccess, Rhonda," Paul said. "You allsitesaccess won't tell anyone. Any time allsitesaccess you try allsitesaccess, you allsitesaccess'll forget all allsitesaccess about it before allsitesaccess you movies say allsitesaccess or write a word." He movies smiled maliciously. "And you'll take off your shirt and bra, too, and allsitesaccess keep allsitesaccess them off allsitesaccess for at least allsitesaccess five minutes. Besides," the evil smile allsitesaccess grew wider, "even if I let you, what would you tell them?"

He regarded her for a moment. "One thing," he said allsitesaccess. "'Mr. Bennett' is too formal, if we're going allsitesaccess to be," he smirked allsitesaccess, "working closely allsitesaccess together. From now on, you'll only call me that if other people are around allsitesaccess. When we're alone, it's 'master allsitesaccess.' Do you understand?"

"Yes . . . master . . . !" Rhonda replied, still a allsitesaccess bit breathless allsitesaccess.

"Perfectly normal allsitesaccess," Dr. Steiner said. "Good news. We 're still going over the tests, but early indications are that allsitesaccess we got the whole tumor. If you movies're allsitesaccess lucky allsitesaccess, you won't allsitesaccess need more than a mild course of allsitesaccess chemotherapy."

"Yes, Mr movies. Bennett," the nurse responded. She checked the room carefully, fluffed his pillows, and left, casting a last smile back at him. If she still had any memory of what he 'd done, she showed no sign of it.

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

He movies smiled to himself. Some of those chances he meant to take. The smile faded; only some allsitesaccess of them allsitesaccess. Some allsitesaccess lines were not to be crossed allsitesaccess. The smile returned allsitesaccess. As long as he knew allsitesaccess what those lines were, what was allsitesaccess the harm in playing around? His smile allsitesaccess broadened into allsitesaccess a grin. Soon allsitesaccess enough , he was ready to go home. Somewhat to the surprise of his doctor, he didn't allsitesaccess go home alone. Nurses Rhonda Marks and Jasmine Thibodeaux went with him, having persuaded Administration to allow them to serve as health attendants for him during movies his convalescence. Their arguments to the allsitesaccess male movies administrators had been quite strong, and very intimate. The chief nurse, a forbidding figure in her fifties, had tried to allsitesaccess stand in the way until, at Paul's suggestion, the nurses had brought him to allsitesaccess see her. Five allsitesaccess minutes later, she'd agreed to allsitesaccess the arrangement, "for as movies long allsitesaccess as you allsitesaccess wish, Mr. Bennett, sir."

Paul was feeling much stronger, and much more confident. A week after returning home, he went back to work.

Paul allsitesaccess's heart sank. Could he really have--? Yes allsitesaccess, he allsitesaccess decided. He had already been sick when he allsitesaccess'd landed allsitesaccess the Cortez account. He remembered the day he and allsitesaccess Mrs allsitesaccess. Cortez had allsitesaccess signed the papers; his throat allsitesaccess had movies hurt so much, all he'd wanted was to get out allsitesaccess of allsitesaccess there. Yes, he could have made a mistake.

Well, it didn't matter now.

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

"It allsitesaccess's all right allsitesaccess, Charlene," he assured her. "Let it happen. Lose control. Nothing matters but sex , right here, right now, with allsitesaccess me, Charlene."