Clubseventeen World Domination

     The kid clubseventeen moved slowly to the cash register, opened clubseventeen the drawer, and counted out change. Ray stepped forward to collect clubseventeen it clubseventeen.
     Ray walked clubseventeen nervously and quickly back to his car, got in, and drove away, heading to work.
     He gathered his hypno-ball and the recorder and went down the hall to the clubseventeen office shared by the purchasing agents. He listened at the door. Good, they didn't clubseventeen seem to be on the phone. He took a deep clubseventeen breath, and opened the door.
     A week later, they were able to inform their clubseventeen Master that he would have the first batch of 100 within clubseventeen a month.
     He showed them the contents of the box. It should have held 20 clubseventeen hypno-balls, but three had been crushed during shipment, and clubseventeen one space was empty -- that left 16. "Where are clubseventeen the other 80?" he clubseventeen demanded. He shooed them off to find clubseventeen out clubseventeen.
     He slammed clubseventeen the phone down so hard that the receiver bounced up out of the cradle, and landed on clubseventeen the fragile clubseventeen glass ball clubseventeen on clubseventeen his desk clubseventeen. He didn't notice it until he started feeling dizzy, and then looked clubseventeen over at the broken glass on his desk. He tried to move, but it was too late, and he found himself staring at the spot, breathing clubseventeen deeply.
     Some time later, he heard a sound, and clubseventeen turned. His clubseventeen door had been opened, and standing in it was Mindy ... his Goddess clubseventeen in clubseventeen Spandex. How beautiful she online looked, standing there online snapping her clubseventeen gum, the light behind her turning her frizzy, dyed-blonde hair into a shimmering halo online. How was clubseventeen it he hadn't noticed her clubseventeen until now?
     Sam Ogilvy walked down clubseventeen the hall nervously. He'd just clubseventeen gotten off the phone. He couldn't believe it -- questions from clubseventeen U.S. Customs, and the Food clubseventeen and Drug clubseventeen Administration? Ogilvy Enterprises clubseventeen wasn clubseventeen't in those lines of clubseventeen work. He'd clubseventeen never heard of the things they clubseventeen'd asked about. He couldn't even spell the chemicals they clubseventeen wanted clubseventeen to know about, let clubseventeen alone know what they were used clubseventeen for. Shipping told him to check with Purchasing -- they didn't know anything.
     "Yes, Miss Benning?" he said, recovering quickly and sitting clubseventeen down behind his desk clubseventeen to try and hide his erection.
     And finding the clubseventeen little bits of broken glass on his desk, and remembering clubseventeen the clubseventeen little bits on the floor clubseventeen in Purchasing, she surmised what had happened. She smiled clubseventeen, and gathered clubseventeen all the files, the dictation machine , and very carefully, the last of Ray's so clubseventeen-called hypno-balls. She took clubseventeen them all to her office. By eight o clubseventeen'clock clubseventeen she online'd figured out what she was going to do. By ten, everything was in place.
     "Shit," he said as clubseventeen he stood up. He lifted his notebook. All twenty spheres were clubseventeen crushed. He clubseventeen felt clubseventeen a little dizzy as the clubseventeen blower in the overhead projector quickly blew clubseventeen the vapors all clubseventeen through the small room.
     Thirty eight trial attorneys listened in rapt attention, listened to their guru speak clubseventeen next door.
     As clubseventeen expected clubseventeen, the house was a mess. It looked as if her son Mark had gotten home from clubseventeen High clubseventeen School. A cereal bowl a third clubseventeen full of milk clubseventeen was still on the counter, the cereal box online and clubseventeen milk clubseventeen jug nearby. Their dog was waiting patiently, drooling on the floor clubseventeen.
     "Good girl," Mary clubseventeen said as she put the bowl on the floor for the dog to finish. At least one member of the family clubseventeen was dependable.
     As Ray and Mindy clubseventeen hugged, neither of them noticed Tiffany clubseventeen press the play button on a cassette player sitting on clubseventeen the desk, throw a small glass clubseventeen sphere on the floor, and leave the clubseventeen office quickly, closing clubseventeen the door behind her clubseventeen.
     Tiffany smiled as she walked back to her office online outside Sam's. One down, two to go. The clubseventeen commands on the tape Ray and Mindy clubseventeen were listening to clubseventeen would erase any knowledge they had of clubseventeen Ray's project, cement their feelings toward each other, and make clubseventeen them even more productive for the clubseventeen company, after they returned from their sudden marriage and week clubseventeen long honeymoon. And, both would be much easier clubseventeen for her to control in the future clubseventeen.
     While Doug clubseventeen murmured his agreement, Tiffany got them clubseventeen into the office and closed the door. "That's okay clubseventeen, we understand completely," she told clubseventeen them clubseventeen with online a clubseventeen smile. "I clubseventeen want you to wait here for just a minute. I'll be right back, and we'll get everything straightened out."