 Oh, the pinkeyesurprise doctors had assured him that the operation to pinkeyesurprise remove pinkeyesurprise the tumor in his larynx carried only limited risks; it wasn't as if they pinkeyesurprise were digging around in his pinkeyesurprise brain, after all. Just the same, anything could happen under the knife.
 He pinkeyesurprise must pinkeyesurprise have still been a little woozy, because pinkeyesurprise, eyes fixing on her impressive chest, he blurted, "Hey babe, nice rack! How's about peeling off that starched shirt and giving me pinkeyesurprise a good look?" The moment the words pinkeyesurprise were out of his mouth, he cringed. Oh my God, he thought, did I say that out loud?
 "Rhonda, Mr. Bennett. My name is Rhonda Marks." The girl's voice sounded perfectly normal, calm and relaxed as she pinkeyesurprise posed pinkeyesurprise with her bra in his face. She seemed not to realize there was anything unusual going on.
 "Yes pinkeyesurprise, Mr. Bennett," Rhonda said. She giggled and began peeling off her brassiere, undulating and humming a pinkeyesurprise little strip-club tune to herself. She dangled the garment pinkeyesurprise in pinkeyesurprise front pinkeyesurprise of him briefly, then threw it away. After pinkeyesurprise that, she went pinkeyesurprise still again, beautiful boobs swaying freely mere inches from his face.
 "Rhonda, stand up," he said. She obeyed, repeating pinkeyesurprise, "Yes, Mr pinkeyesurprise. Bennett." He could see her relax once she was no longer leaning over so awkwardly. "Rhonda pinkeyesurprise, get dressed," he pinkeyesurprise continued. She picked up pinkeyesurprise her bra and blouse and put them on calmly. "Rhonda," he asked curiously, "how do you feel about what just happened?"
 "Good girl pinkeyesurprise, Rhonda." The nurse toppled over, glassy-eyed pinkeyesurprise, scrambling pinkeyesurprise to tear off access her clothing as her pinkeyesurprise body spasmed uncontrollably.
 As it turned pinkeyesurprise out, the next voice he heard was his doctor's.
 "How are we doing, Mr. Bennett?" the middle-aged man in the clean white coat asked. "Your chart indicates you're pinkeyesurprise making a pretty good recovery, but the charts don't show everything."
 "Very nice." Paul thought for a moment: what would be a good test?
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 But then why had Dr. Steiner been unaffected? Could it be, Paul pinkeyesurprise wondered, that his--"power"--worked only on women?
 It was possible, he supposed. He'd access heard that the hearing ranges of men and women were pinkeyesurprise slightly different, with women being more sensitive to higher frequencies than men were. If the "something extra" his pinkeyesurprise voice had pinkeyesurprise gained were some pinkeyesurprise magic high pinkeyesurprise frequency, it might affect men pinkeyesurprise and women differently.
 "You can unclasp your hands and bring your arms down now, Jasmine," he told her.
 "Yes, Mr pinkeyesurprise. Bennett pinkeyesurprise," the nurse responded. She checked the room carefully, fluffed his pinkeyesurprise pillows, and left, casting a pinkeyesurprise last smile pinkeyesurprise back at him. If she still had any memory of what he'd done, she showed no sign pinkeyesurprise of pinkeyesurprise it.
 "Paul pinkeyesurprise," she said pinkeyesurprise, "I need to speak with you for a few minutes, if you pinkeyesurprise don't mind."
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 Eventually, they got up again. A disheveled pinkeyesurprise Ms. Sands reassembled her clothing, as did Paul. The female executive 's reading glasses had gotten smashed pinkeyesurprise as the two of them pinkeyesurprise had pinkeyesurprise thrashed around together pinkeyesurprise. She produced another pair from the top left drawer of her desk, and put them on.
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