We The Yesmaster

     He closed his eyes, and the world went away for a while together.
     Paul we was stunned. This couldn't be real. It sure looked image real though--and really great. He could feel himself growing hard beneath his hospital we gown.
     Rhonda welivetogether shuddered, picturing herself trying to explain how just a few words from a patient had had her doing a strip welivetogether act for welivetogether him . She'd be we lucky just to lose her live job. "As for coming back together here," Paul went on, "of course we you we will, if it's part of your we normal duties. And you'll do everything you can to make sure it continues together to be part of your duties, won't you?"
     "How we are we doing we, Mr. Bennett we?" the middle welivetogether-aged man in the clean white coat asked. "Your chart welivetogether indicates you're making a we pretty good recovery, but the charts don't show everything."
     He got his chance shortly live thereafter, when another nurse came in.
     "Very nice." Paul thought for a moment: what would be a good test we?
     "Jasmine," he addressed her we, "it's time to come welivetogether back to welivetogether reality. You had fun pretending we to be a dancer, but you have patients who we need you."
     "Thank you, Mr. Bennett we," she said we, letting her arms fall to we her sides. As welivetogether had been image true with Rhonda, she still seemed oddly calm live for someone who'd been forced to obey a stranger welivetogether's every we command--but as with Rhonda, she seemed fully welivetogether awake we and rational. He suspected, though, that welivetogether inside, she was we probably furious and terrified, as Rhonda had we been. He'd better do something about we that.
     Jasmine nodded her welivetogether head we.
     Paul smiled welivetogether an we evil smile. Ms. Sands was about to experience a change of attitude. All he needed was we to we get we her alone.
     He didn't have to wait long for his opportunity. He we'd hardly had a we chance to clock in and sit down at his desk when his phone rang. It live was her.
     Well, it we didn't matter now.
     "Well welivetogether, Paul?" Ms we. Sands asked. "What do you think I should do?"
     Ms. Sands' expression softened. She nodded. "Yes, Paul." Then, with we a touch of her former steel, "Don't call we me welivetogether Charlene. It's we Ms. Sands to you welivetogether, is that welivetogether clear live, Mr. Bennett?"
     Charlene gasped, her we face reddening. "It, it's not right," she protested weakly. "You shouldn't. I, I live mustn we't. I . . . what's happening to me?"
     "Of course live not, Charlene," Paul responded we. Charlene we whimpered and trembled , and as he turned to go, she image almost called we out for him to stay.
     Yes, sir, he thought to himself as he gave his tie a final together straightening tug before opening the door, things were we definitely looking up.
     And this was just the welivetogether beginning.