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Absolute Power 3 (2/3)
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And with that, he explained about the voice from the speakers and about
President Clinton on the television and about the gift that he was
given and about how he had used it to make her believe that he had gone
from one room to another.  She listened with a growing disbelief and
alarm in her eyes.

"Paul," she said carefully, when he was finished.  "Tell me that you
don't really believe what you just told me."

"I wish I could," he said.

"You actually believe that you have been given the power to control the
thoughts of other people?"

"I don't have to believe it Terry," he said.  "I DO have that power.
I've been using it for two days."

She swallowed nervously, wringing her own hands now in an unconscious
imitation of one of his mannerisms.  "I think," she said slowly, "that
maybe we had better make an appointment for you to... you know...
uh.... see someone about this.  I think maybe you're exhibiting
symptoms of some sort of... schizophrenia or something."

"I'm not," he insisted.  "I can prove to you that I have this power."

"Paul," she said, more nervously.  "I...

"I don't want to use the power on you," he said.  "I've made a vow with
myself that I won't do that.  But go put some clothes on and I'll prove
it to you, okay?"

She shook her head.  "I think that maybe we should..."

"Terry," he said gently.  "Please, humor me just for a few moments.  If
I don't prove to you that I have this power, then I will go talk to
whomever you wish tomorrow, okay?"

She thought it over for a moment and then finally nodded.  She got up
and walked out of the room, heading for the bedroom.  She returned a
few minutes later wearing a pair of jeans and a T-shirt.  She had also,
he saw, put on a bra.  "Where are we going?" she asked.

"Next door," he said.

"What?" she asked, embarrassed in advance.  "I don't think..."

"Just humor me," he said.  "I promise, I will not humiliate us."

Dubiously she followed him out the door.  Twice on the trip across
their lawn she tried to get him to return but he simply pressed on,
walking up to the front door of Rich and Julie's house.  He rang the
bell.

"Paul," she whispered frantically.  "What are you going to do?  What
are you going to say to them?"

"Just watch," he said, hearing footsteps approaching the door.  It
swung open a moment later and Rich stood there, wearing a pair of sweat
pants and no shirt, his athletic body on display.  His face formed a
smile when he saw his neighbors standing there.

"Hi Paul, hi Terry," he greeted.  "What's up?"

Projecting towards him, Paul said: "Nothing that I ask you to do is
unusual.  You will comply with it as if it is a normal request made by
one neighbor to another and you will answer any question I ask
truthfully and with no sense that it is strange in any way."

"Paul!" Terry, hearing this, hissed, her face turning red.

But Rich simply smiled wider.  "Sure, sure," he said.

"Let us in," Paul told him.

He stood aside, opening the screen door to allow him admittance.  Paul
looked at Terry, who was staring at the scene with wide eyes.

"Come on in," he told her, stepping through the doorway.  Terry, after
a moment, followed.

"Is this some sort of set-up between you and Rich?" she asked as they
stood in the entryway.

"Not at all," he said.  "You'll see in a minute."

"But..."

"Shhhh," he hushed her.  "Just watch and absorb."  He turned to Rich,
who was standing there expectantly.  "Where's Julie?" he asked him.

"She's putting Kyla to bed," he said.

"I see," he said, nodding.  "And tell me Rich, how often do you
masturbate?"

"Paul!" Terry nearly screamed in horror.  She turned to Rich to
apologize for the behavior of her husband.

But Rich, undaunted, simply answered the question.  "About three times
a week on average," he said.  "Usually after Julie has gone to bed."

"And what do you think about when you jack off?" he asked next.

"Well usually," he said, "I look at pictures on the Internet.  But when
I do have to do it without pictures, I think about women that I would
like to have sex with."

Terry was looking at him in amazement.

"What women?" Paul asked him.

"I think about Terry sometimes," he said, giving her a friendly
glance.  "Or I think about the secretary at work.  I've actually fucked
her a time or two; she likes the way I look.  Sometimes I think about
Jennifer Lopez or Brittany Spears.  They're real hot."

"So you think about Terry, do you?" Paul asked.  "Do you ever think
about Julie?"

He scoffed.  "Are you kidding?  Why would I think about her?  She's my
wife!"

Paul turned to Terry.  "Is this starting to convince you?" he asked.

She looked from Paul to Rich and back to Paul again.  "This is a set-
up," she said weakly.  "You guys arranged this in advance."

"A set-up?" he asked.  "Do you really believe that?  Do you really
believe that Rich would tell such personal details and embarrass
himself like that as a favor to me?"

"I'm going home," she said.  "I don't want to deal with..."

"Stay here Terry," he said, not projecting.  "I'm going to convince you
that this is true."  He turned back to Rich.  "Do you ever cheat on
your income taxes?"

"Every year," he said.  "I scam at least six hundred dollars with fake
work expenses and charitable deductions."

"You ever have a homosexual experience?"

"Yes," he answered casually.  "My Boy Scout leader took me into his
tent one night and felt me up and then made me suck his dick.  I also
sucked my roommate off once when I was in college."

"Are you ashamed of those incidents?"

"Deeply," he said.  "I try not to even think of them."

"Tell me something that you really would never want me to know," he
ordered.

Again, without hesitation, Rich answered.  "I have a videotape that I
shot with my camcorder last summer of Terry sunbathing in your
backyard.  I have a perfect angle through the blinds of my side
window.  It shows her lying on her back and her stomach.  At one point
she pulls her suit away from her crotch to adjust it and shows her
pubic hair.  I masturbate looking at it sometimes when Julie's away."

"My god," Terry gasped, staring at him with a combination of horror and
shock.  She turned to Paul.  "If you two are staging this to try and
convince me, you've gone way beyond a joke.  What he's saying is sick!"

"I'm not staging this," he said.  "Don't you see?  I've told him to
tell me the truth and he is doing so.  I've told him that it's not
unusual and he doesn't think it is.  I didn't know about his videotape
or his homo experiences or his taxes."

She licked her lips a little, looking back at Rich, who was still
standing there graciously, playing the good host.  "Let me ask him
something," she said.

"Sure," Paul said, waving his hand in a be-my-guest manner.

She looked at him, thinking for a moment.  "How many times," she
finally asked, "have you jacked off looking at that videotape of me?"

Rich looked at her and his mouth dropped open in embarrassment.  His
face first reddened and then paled.  "Whu... whu... what videotape?" he
stammered.  "I'm not sure uh... uh... what you're uh... talking about
Terry.  I don't have any videotape of you.  What do you think I'm a
pervert or something?"

Terry looked at her husband in confusion.  "What the hell is this?" she
asked.

"Really Terry," Rich continued to protest.  "I don't have any..."

"Shit," Paul muttered, putting his hand to his forehead.  He looked at
Rich.  "Be quiet."

Rich shut up.  Paul turned to his wife.  "I'm sorry," he said, shaking
his head.  "I uh... don't really have the mechanics of using the power
down just yet.  Sometimes I forget things."

"Forget things?" she said.  "What are you talking about?  You told him
to answer questions truthfully, didn't you?"

"No," he said.  "I told him to answer MY questions truthfully and not
to consider MY questions unusual.  You see, the subject takes these
statements quite literally.  He's doing exactly what I say and not
thinking my questions unusual.  However, when YOU asked him something,
he reacted just as he would have without being under the influence of
the power."

She stared at him, agape.  "Jesus," she said, her eyes widening.  "You
really do have this power.  You wouldn't have been able to make
something like that up."

He nodded.  "I do," he said quietly.

She chewed on her lip for a moment, her hands wringing together once
again.  She looked from Rich to Paul and then back again.  "This is
fucking nuts," she said.  "Absolutely fucking nuts!"

"Yes," he agreed.  "It is."

She began to pace.  She looked at him sharply.  "What have you done
with the power since you had it?  Is that why Laura told you what she
did?"

"Terry," he said.  "This isn't really the time to..."

"Did you fuck her?" she asked.  "Oh my god, is that why you know these
things?  Is that why she went to your classroom at lunch.  Is that the
shocking secret you were talking about?"

"Terry," he said, "we're in the middle of Rich and Julie's living
room.  Don't you think..."

"Answer me, goddammit!" she screamed at him.

"Yes," he said softly.  "That's how I knew."

She closed her eyes for a second, her face turning red.  "You fucked
Laura?" she asked when she opened them.  "You fucked her during school,
in your classroom?"

He nodded.

"Who else did you fuck?" she asked.  "You said that you've been using
this power for two days.  Who else?"

"What's going on in here?" came a voice from the stairway.  A set of
legs clad in shorts appeared on the riser and began to move downward.
It was Julie, returning from putting Kyla down.  "Rich?" she called.
"Who's here?  And why are they yelling?  Is it Terry?"

As she came down the stairs and her face came into view, Paul looked
over at her and projected.  "Ignore us," he told her.  "You don't even
realize that we're here."

She seemed to skip a little in her stride and look around in confusion
for a moment.  Finally she came down the stairs and shot a puzzled look
at Rich before walking past and heading into the kitchen.  Terry
watched all of this with silent amazement.  "This is just fucking
crazy," she said.  "I can't deal with this."

"I'm sorry honey," he told her.

"Don't honey me," she yelled.  "Who else did you fuck?"

"Julie," he said quietly.

"You fucked Julie?" she asked.  "You mean," she jerked her head towards
the kitchen, "that Julie?"

"Yes," he said.  "She was the first one."

"You fucked my friend and you fucked our neighbor," she said, pacing
around again, stepping around Rich, who was still staring forward with
an embarrassed and shocked expression on his face.  "Why Paul?  Why
would you do that?  Don't you love me?  Don't I satisfy you?"

"Listen Terry," he said.  "It's not like that at all.  You see I..."
he stopped as Julie came walking back into the room carrying a glass of
wine that she had presumably poured in the kitchen.  She gave another
puzzled glance at Rich, seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then
shrugged.  She walked into the downstairs guest bathroom, which was
right next to where they were standing.  She set her glass down on the
sink and then began to unbutton her shorts.

Terry and Paul, though in the midst of a marital argument of very large
proportion, nevertheless watched in amazement as she dropped her shorts
and panties to the floor at her feet, revealing her blonde bush to
them.  Humming to herself, not bothering to shut the door, she sat on
the toilet and began to pee.  The sound of her urine splashing into the
water came clearly to their ears.  She hummed softly to herself,
picking at a freckle on her upper thigh absently.  When she finished,
she wiped with toilet paper and then pulled her clothing back up.  She
washed her hands in the sink and then stepped out of the room, flicking
off the light and grabbing her wineglass.  She looked directly at Rich.

"Hon?" she said, puzzled, stepping closer.  "What are you doing?  Why
are you standing in the living room like that?"

Rich turned and looked at her but he couldn't talk.  He had been
commanded not to.

"This is so fucking weird," Terry whispered, watching the scene.

"Julie," Paul said, projecting.  "Don't worry about Rich.  Just
continue going about your business."  He had a sudden horror that his
previous command for her to ignore them would override any further
commands to her.  Would she go on ignoring them forever?  How could he
command her if she ignored him?

But apparently the power didn't work that way.  The new command seemed
to still get through.  She ignored Rich and then, carrying her
wineglass, walked towards the family room, once again humming as she
went.

When she was gone, Terry looked back at her husband.  "My god Paul,"
she said.  "We're standing in their house and they're doing what you
tell them to do."

"Yes," he said.  "The power."

"The power," she repeated, trying to absorb the information that was
assaulting her.  "Why did you fuck her Paul?" she asked.  "Why did you
fuck Laura?  Just answer that for me."

"Because I can't help it," he said simply.  "I just can't help it."

"You can't help it?" she repeated, shaking her head a little.  "I can't
accept that."

"No?" he asked.  "Terry, I told you things had changed because of this
and that we would have to try to come to some sort of accommodation
with it.  I have the power to do anything I want.  I have the power of
a god now, do you understand?  We have to think on an entirely new
level now."

"Yes Paul," she said, "but our neighbors, my friends?"

"You told me earlier that you couldn't help but go with Laura when she
asked, do you remember saying that?"

"Yes," she said slowly.

"That's because of a sexual urge, right?  You like to feel a woman
against you, you like to feel her fingers in your pussy, right?  And
you can't help but do it with her?"

"Yes," she said, more blandly now, seeing where he was heading.

"I never cheated on you before until two days ago," he told her.  "Not
a single time.  I was never even tempted to.  But then suddenly I was
given this power Terry.  I can have anybody.  Anybody!  And I can have
them without even they knowing about it!  That is too much for a mortal
human to handle.  I tried to tell myself that I wouldn't use the power
for that, I really did.  But it's useless.  It's absolutely useless.  I
think I realized today that as long as I have this power and as long as
I have a sex drive, I will not be able to help myself, to stop myself
from using it for sex.  I can't Terry.  Maybe I'm weak.  If you want to
think that of me, then go ahead, but I won't promise you that I won't
do it anymore because I won't be able to help myself.  Do you
understand?"

"So you're saying," she said, sniffing a little, "that you're going to
cheat on me from now on."

"Call it what you like," he said.  "That's the way things are going to
be.  I don't love you any less Terry, I really don't.  You're my wife,
you're my friend, and I want to keep living with you."

"You want me to keep living with you, knowing what I know, knowing that
you'll be fucking everything that you please?" she asked incredulously.

"There's three options the way I see it," he said.  "We can't go on
like we were before.  This power changes everything.  The first option
is that I can command you to ignore everything that I'm doing, not to
notice it, to believe that everything IS the way it was.  Quite
frankly, I'm not so hot about that option.  Like I said, I don't wish
to use the power on you."

"I don't want that," she said.  "I don't want to be mind-fucked."

"I didn't think you would," he said.  "The second option is divorce.
We break up and you go your own way and I'll go mine.  I'll do my thing
and you do yours.  If you choose that option I would ask that you not
tell anyone about my power though.  First of all, it would be quite a
task to convince them that you weren't crazy.  You know me like the
back of your hand and look what I had to go through to convince you,
even with proof.  But in any case, that's an option.  We split.  I'll
tell you though; I'm not real fond of that option either.  Like I said,
I love you.  Despite what else I'll be doing, I enjoy talking to you
and being with you."

"I'll keep that one open," she said.  "I love you too Paul, I really
do, and I don't want to leave you unless I have to."  She took a
breath.  "What's the third option?"

"The third option," he said, smiling a little.  "That's the most
interesting option."

"And what is it?"

"We accept what I can do, and what I must do, and we come to terms with
it."

"Accept it?" she asked.  "You want me to accept that you're going to be
fucking other women every day?"

He shrugged.  "Are sex and love really hand in hand?" he asked her.
"I've fucked two other women in the last two days just to curb my
lust.  You've had sex with Laura on multiple occasions just to curb
your lust.  Do I love you any less for what I've done?  No, I don't.
Do you love me any less for what you've done?"

"No," she said, shaking her head.  "I don't."

"We're conditioned," he said, beginning to pace as if he were
delivering a lecture in class, "to remain monogamous within the bounds
of marriage because that's the way our society likes it.  We are taught
to feel guilty about our extra-marital urges, to suppress them.  If we
do cheat on each other, we are taught that that means the end of the
relationship.  But let's put aside these teachings, if we can.  Does
that really mean it's the end?"

She chewed her lip a little as she stared at him.  "I... I... don't
know," she stammered.

"And I'm not saying that I will be the only one to benefit from this
power Terry.  In the first place, it can be used for so much more than
sex.  It can used for good things, don't you see.  But it's a dangerous
power and one that needs to be used carefully.  There are aspects of it
that I want your input on, that I NEED to talk to you about before I
attempt them.  But on the sexual side of it, why should I be the only
one to benefit?  What's good for the goose is good for the gander,
right?"

"What are you saying?" she asked, interest showing in her eyes.

"We're married Terry," he said.  "This is a community property state.
What's mine is yours and what's yours is mine, right?  If there's
anything that YOU want to do with this power, anything at all..." he
paused for effect, "I'll arrange it for you.  The world can be yours.
Anyone in it can be yours.  You just say the word, tell me a name, and
I'll arrange it."

She stared at him for a long time, the wheels in her head obviously
working overtime.  "You're serious?" she finally said.  "Let me just
make sure that I'm understanding correctly.  You are offering to get
sexual partners for me if I wish them.  You will program them to do
what I want?"

"I would ask," he qualified, "that you not choose those that are
infected with venereal disease of any kind.  And I would ask that you
not become pregnant by anybody.  When we reproduce, I would like to be
the father.  But otherwise, yes, that is what I'm offering."

"That is so strange," she said.  "What if I wanted, oh, say, Steve
Young?  Would you bring him to the house and let him fuck me?"

He smiled a little.  "I would suggest that we wait until I'm a little
more confident and expert in using the power," he said, "but yes, I
would.  As long as I could bring his wife along for MY pleasure."

"Wow," she whispered, her eyes widening as she imagined the
possibilities.  "I can see where you're coming from now.  I can see how
difficult it can be to resist this.  I can have anybody!"

"Anybody," he confirmed.

"What if..." she paused for a second.  "Oh, never mind."

"Terry," he said reasonably.  "We promised to be honest with each other
today, didn't we?"

"Yes," she said carefully, "but you would think I'm sick."

"You'd have to be very sick to offend me," he said.  "What's on your
mind?"

She seemed to debate with herself for a moment.  Finally, she said: "My
students."

"You want to fuck your students?" he asked, unsurprised.

"A few of them," she said.  "Boys and girls.  I've had, well, fantasies
about seducing them.  I'm sorry, I guess that's kind of twisted."

He laughed out loud, shaking his head.

"What?" she demanded.

"Why do you think," he asked her, "that I fucked Laura today?  I fucked
her because I was being driven insane looking at my students all day
and knowing that I could have them.  I fucked her to relieve the
pressure before I took one of them."

Again she gave him the agape expression.  "Really?" she asked.

"Really," he assured her.  "I thought I was a pervert at first.  And
then, after doing Laura, I asked her if SHE would do a student if she
could get away with it.  Do you know what she said?"

"She would?" Terry asked.

"She said she would do it in a hot minute if she could get away with
it."

"Wow," she said.

"Let's face it Terry," he said.  "Teenagers are incredibly desirable to
look at and imagine.  They're hot.  And we now have the power to have
them without fear of discovery.  Any of them."

"But isn't that..." she paused.  "Isn't it depraved?"

"I'll tell you what," he suggested.  "Why don't we leave that word out
of our vocabulary for now.  Let's make "anything goes" our motto.
We're gods Terry.  If you can imagine it, it can happen.  Let's be
decadent and fulfill our wildest fantasies together.  Let's bask in our
depravity.  If you want one of your students, if you want ALL of your
students in a single night, I'll get them for you.  I promise."

"This is so exciting," she said, her eyes now shining.

"Yes," he said.  "It is, isn't it?"

"My pussy is wet right now, just thinking about it."

"Oh yeah?" he asked, grinning lasciviously.  "And I have a boner that
won't quit.  What do you think we should do about it?"

"I want Julie," she said.  "I want her to eat my pussy.  That's a good
place to start, isn't it?"

"It is," he agreed, feeling his erection straining in his pants.  "But
what about Rich?"

She looked over at him for a moment.  He was still standing there,
still obviously shocked about the knowledge that Terry knew about his
videotape.  "Fuck him," she said.  "Let him stand there.  Let's go have
Julie."

"Right," Paul said.  He turned to Rich.  "Stay where you are," he told
him, projecting, "and ignore everything that's going on."

They walked hand in hand into the family room where Julie was sitting
on the couch and watching a sit-com on the television.  As instructed,
she completely ignored their presence, even as they discussed her fate.

"How do you want to do it?" he asked her, examining Julie's long pale
legs and remembering how he'd taken her before.

"What do you suggest?" she asked.  "I'm new to this, remember?"

He nodded thoughtfully.  "Yes," he answered.  "Well, I can program her
to do anything, to believe anything that you want her to.  If you want
her to seduce you, I can make it happen.  If you want to seduce her, I
can make it happen.  If you want to just get down and stinky with her,
I can tell her that she's always wanted to have sex with you.  Anything
Terry, anything at all is possible with her."

"Wow," she whispered, letting her hand drop down and caress her crotch
through her jeans.  "This is bitchin."

He grinned.

"Can you make her do anything that I want?" she asked.  "Can you
transfer the power over to me?"

He thought about it for a moment.  "I think so," he said.  "But be
careful.  Remember, I'm still a rookie at this and everything is taken
literally."

She nodded.  "Do it," she said excitedly.

He walked over and leaned down next to Julie.  "Stop ignoring us now
Julie," he said, projecting.

She jumped in fright, emitting a startled squeak.  "Paul, Terry," she
said, a little breathlessly, putting her hand on her heart and patting
it.  "You scared the stuffing out of me.  I didn't hear you come in.  I
just looked and... there you were."

"Sorry," Paul said, going over his approach in his head.  "We didn't
mean to startle you."

"It's okay," she said graciously.  "So how are you two doing?  Did Rich
offer to get you something to drink?"

"You will unquestioningly obey everything that Terry tells you," he
commanded her.

Her face clouded over.  "Okay," she said carefully, obviously
uncomfortable.  "But why?"

"Christ," he mumbled, giving an apologetic look at Terry.  "Like I
said," he told her, "it takes some getting used to."  He turned back to
Julie.  "Nothing that occurs here is the least bit unusual, including
physical and sexual contact with you.  Nothing that Terry or I tells
you to do is unusual.  You will react to what is going on as your body
commands you to.  If a sensation is pleasurable, you will enjoy it
without regard to the societal aspects or your own moral code.  You
will do whatever feels natural to whomever you wish to do it to.  Do
you understand?"

"Yes," she said pleasantly, "I do."

"You will answer any questions that are asked of you by Terry or myself
with complete honesty and without a sense that the questions are out of
the ordinary.  And..." he thought for a moment.  "Oh yeah, and you will
continue to not think about Rich for the time being."

"Okay," she said.  "But would you like to something to drink?  I just
opened a bottle of wine."

"No thank you," he said.

"Terry, you?" she asked, turning towards her.

"Uh... no, thank you," she said, still staring in fascination.

"Did I leave anything out that you can think of?" Paul asked his wife.

"I don't think so," she said doubtfully.  "That was quite a speech you
had to give her."

"Yes," he said.  "I'm still working on parts of it.  Every time I try
this I always discover something that I forgot."

"Well," she said softly.  "Shall we give it a whirl?"

He stood up.  "Be my guest," he told her.

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