Follow her

Dolores drives again, for only a few minutes. It's unclear if she buys your "blood pressure" excuse, but she doesn't argue about your headache and you don't want to use your power for a few minutes.

You stay in the Jeep while she goes in to shop. She comes out with gauze, towels, hydrogen peroxide, menstrual pads, disposable panties, dark chocolate, sports drinks, and aspirin.

She drives around to the back of the convenience store, where the building and the employee's old truck are blocking line of sight. You open a drink and take an aspirin. She changes her underwear, cleans herself off, and then scrubs at the blood left on your pants.

You still can't decide if you should be more concerned or more aroused. Your headache is gone and you almost decide to pound her other holes, but you're feeling cautious again. You might even leave and find a new target.

You try your power again, hoping it will be a mild request: "I don't find you 'anti-interesting.' I think we should compromise and call you, 'Doll.' " Wait, did that feel weak?

"You think so, do you?" She tries, with minimal success, to look and sound flirty. "And what if I don't think the same?"

Oh shit, shit, did I break something already? "Well, I think you must think you're doing OK, still hanging out with me back here." I can feel it, but barely. Why?

"Maybe I'm just taking pity on you while you recover from your headache. I didn't even ask you to pay for the aspirin."

"How generous. I think you owe me at least half a month's pay for giving you that deep drilling."

That might have been ****, but you don't pass out. You do feel pain, but it's weirdly spread out over your head, shoulders, and...

Stomach. It feels like something is burning in your stomach, and it's getting stronger. You hurry out of the Jeep and retch hard, your "headache" pulsing painfully out of your throat. You can feel it on the ground in front of you. You can feel it. But you can't see anything in the grass, and suddenly you feel fine.

"I, uh, I don't... I thought men usually pay for... I mean if they... But that's so much... How do I even calculate..." She rambles in confusion without seeming worried about your vomiting as you climb back into the Jeep.

"I think you should take that last command as a joke, and ignore it. And I think you should let me call you 'Doll.' " Well, those both felt mild but real.

That's another lesson: You can't mix this power with painkillers. The aspirin wasn't even digested yet, and you really felt like you could feel the grass. There's some weird shit there. You feel pretty self-assured, taking the time to explore your limits and learn all this. Soon it will be pure power trip.

Until then:

"Doll, I think you should tell me all about your finances."