Ask Pillowtits what she'd rather see Naomi do.

The study table is the only thing left between you and Naomi. To your back is the wall. To your left, Pillowtits stands helplessly.

To your right is the aisle that leads past Naomi, but if you run, you'll never make it past the tazer.

You have nowhere to go and have time for just one last question, but will it even work? She still hasn't even answered your last one.

She climbs on the table, grinning. She's standing above you with her tazer pointed down at you. You consider your options. You may not be able to bend Naomi to your will at the moment, but you've still got poor Pillowtits here. You ask her as quickly as you can "Fosters, would you rather see Naomi trip and fall or freeze in place?"

Pillowtits is going to answer you, but this power doesn't come with Final Jeopardy music, so you don't know how long she actually has to voice her decision. Your mind is awash in adrenaline and weighing the possibilities as the vengeful, curvy bully in front of you lunges. Just when you think it's too late, Pillowtits says, "Your grammar sucks, asshole, which is why I'd rather see her trip."

She's right. You were felt threatened and rushed, and you asked a dangerously ambiguous question as a result. If she'd have chosen, "freeze in place," she might have frozen herself, but she caught it, library nerd that she was.

Meanwhile, Naomi has crashed to the floor in front of you, but she won't be down for long.

"Um, thanks Pillowtits. Now, would you rather see Naomi taze herself or see Naomi gently hand over the tazer and converse with me." Shit, still a little ambiguous.

"Nobody needs to get tazed today," says Pillowtits. Naomi finishes climbing to her feet, and calmly hands you the tazer, with an almost flawless poker face, but you see fear in her deep brown eyes. "Okay, if I'm being honest, you really do deserve some tazing, but you're obviously some kind of magical god who's going to get what he wants in the end anyway."

"You picking my side, Pillowtits?" When you call her by her legal name, her skirt and bra flash back into view.

She nods. "Even though you named me Pillowtits." When she says it, nothing happens.

"Okay, so you wanted to converse?" says Naomi.

"Yeah, I do. First off, how are you resisting my questions?"

"Ugh, what?"

"How are you resisting my questions?" you ask again, but as you finish the phrase, she pulls two bright green earplugs out from under her long brown hair.

"Ugh, what did you say?"

There's no need to ask her again. "I said, would you rather do a slow, non-violent, non-verbal and totally non-confrontational striptease, for me and Pillowtits to watch, until we both say you can stop or go downstairs and do a striptease for everyone in the study hall for an hour while refusing to communicate anything other than how horny you are?"

Pillowtits sighs, her clothes now invisible again, but you feel like this question is Naomi-proof. "I'll do it here, perv," says Naomi, and begins to sway a little bit, tugging at the bottom of her tank top. You watch her pull the fabric just a little bit tighter against her huge breasts.

"So we both have to say she can stop?" Pillowtits asks.

"Yep. The last few questions I asked all woulda worked out better if I had you on my side."

"Well, I do read a lot.."

"Okay, so what? I should hire you to write all my questions for me?"

"They would certainly be less single-minded." At your side, Naomi spins slowly around, one hand gliding up her thigh to her waistband and palming her big butt.

"What then?"

"Why don't you ask a question that gives me some power too? Like would I rather have the power to tell other girls what to do, or something?"

You haven't actually thought about truly enlisting anyone's help with your power. You shouldn't need to, really, given how powerful it is.