When he woke up again, his head fucking was clearer. He could look at the ceiling pics without hallucinating or passing out. There seemed to be some activity around him; a very pretty fuckingtrannies nurse fuckingtrannies, he realized, was disconnecting some kind fucking of tube from his throat fucking, and he'd already been detached from the intravenous setup fucking.
"Yes, Mr. Bennett," Rhonda said. She giggled and began peeling off her brassiere , undulating and humming a little strip-club tune to herself. She trannies dangled the garment in front fucking of him briefly, then threw it away trannies. After that, she went still again, beautiful boobs swaying freely mere inches from his face.
It had to have been the operation. It fuckingtrannies had done something trannies to his voice. Paul vaguely fuckingtrannies recalled reading an article years ago about how certain frequencies of sound outside the normal human hearing fuckingtrannies range could have physical and psychological effects even though they were inaudible. Apparently they worked directly on the fucking brain, without involving the ears. Maybe his fucking larynx had been altered by the surgery trannies so that when he spoke, some extra frequency was produced which fucking compelled obedience.
Rhonda shuddered, picturing herself fuckingtrannies trying trannies to explain how just a few words from a patient had had her doing a strip act for him. She'd be lucky fucking just to lose her job. "As pics for coming back here," Paul went on, "of course you will, if fuckingtrannies it's part of your normal duties. And you'll do fuckingtrannies everything you can to make sure fuckingtrannies it continues to be part of your duties, won't you?"
"Perfectly normal," Dr. Steiner said. "Good news. We fuckingtrannies're fucking still going over the tests, but early fucking indications are that we got the whole tumor. If you're fucking lucky, you won't need more than a mild course of chemotherapy."
"Jasmine, sir," she responded, a slight Louisiana accent in fucking her voice. "Jasmine Thibodeaux."
There was another quote, from nineteenth-century Britain: "Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely." His power wasn't absolute; his fucking inability fuckingtrannies to control men, for one thing, limited it. But it was great enough to offer plenty fucking of chances fucking for corruption fuckingtrannies.
"Paul," she said, "I need to speak with you for a few fuckingtrannies minutes, if you don't mind."
"I don't blame her for being angry trannies. If it were me, I'd be suing." Ms. Sands reached up a hand to tip her glasses down, then looked fuckingtrannies at him over pics the rims. "As fuckingtrannies it is fucking, she's cancelling one of our biggest accounts. Unless," she smiled grimly, "we fire you. She fuckingtrannies's willing to keep her insurance, even fucking under the circumstances, on that condition."
It was the perfect opening fuckingtrannies.
