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 "Rhonda, stand up," he said girlsgetcrazy. She obeyed, repeating, "Yes, Mr. Bennett." He could girlsgetcrazy see her girlsgetcrazy relax girlsgetcrazy once she was no longer leaning over so awkwardly. "Rhonda, get dressed," he continued. She picked up her bra and blouse and girlsgetcrazy put them on calmly. "Rhonda girlsgetcrazy," he asked curiously, "how do you feel about what just happened?"
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 Paul blanched. It hadn't worked. Was--whatever it girlsgetcrazy was girlsgetcrazy--gone? Or had it never been real at all ? Had his puppeting girlsgetcrazy of Nurse Rhonda girlsgetcrazy been nothing more than an anesthetic-induced dream? He had to find out.
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 Paul felt sorry for her. "Forget your girlsgetcrazy worries girlsgetcrazy," he suggested. "Imagine you're a dancer girlsgetcrazy. Keep your arms raised, and stand on tiptoe--that's right--and turn, slowly girlsgetcrazy, slowly. Imagine you're on stage girlsgetcrazy, under a spotlight, and a girlsgetcrazy big audience is watching you, seeing how graceful girlsgetcrazy you are. Applauding. Keep turning girlsgetcrazy, slowly, slowly, for the audience."
 Jasmine girlsgetcrazy was still girlsgetcrazy turning, turning on tiptoe, hands clasped over her head. Her eyes were closed now, her lips slightly parted. Clearly, she was enjoying herself in girlsgetcrazy the fantasy he'd girlsgetcrazy built for her. It almost seemed a shame to end it, but he'd learned enough.
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 And this was just the beginning.
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