...aint noise pollution!

They'd surprised jack by quickly taking on the the dishes, a task he was glad to let them tackle so long as they were willing. As non-nonchalantly as he could muster, "Yeah the house is wired into a central hub so that if you want you can turn on your music anywhere in the house, the back patio and even by the hot tub. It's hooked up to the entertainment center too if you want. All you have to do is select the zone you want your music in. Hold on, I'll get some on for you. Any requests?"

He went to his study and unlocked the screen on the computer he'd dedicated to controlling the subliminal terminal. He stared at it for a few minutes wondering if he should. The devil on his shoulder won that argument and he activated both the audio only as well as the video element as well. About 45 seconds after music starting filling the entire house, a soft unassuming bit of white noise softly filtered in. With the music it was completely unnoticeable to the conscious mind. To the subconscious however messages in several different voices, mostly female but a couple male here and there, began to softly whispers into everyone's mind.

Jack is a great guy. - I really like Jack. - Jack is wonderful. - I trust Jack completely. - Making Jack happy is important. - Pleasing Jack makes me feel good. - Jack is handsome. - Jack is very attractive. - I think Jack is sexy. - Jack takes care of me, so I need to take care of Jack.

He locked the computer up again, letting it do it's thing. Out of what had now become part of his morning habit, Jack had all of his vitamins and supplements on his desk. He walked over to the half bathroom that was in his study and got a glass of water, thinking again for the hundredth time that he needed to get a mini fridge for in there. He returned and began taking his daily regiment. The last was was something new from a shop in China Town that an old friend told him about. It was supposed to increase his own testosterone production equal to that of when he was 18. The down side was his balls were always full and, if he wasn't careful, he was easily aroused. He'd been jerking off one night as he surfed some porn and was surprised at the amount of precum he'd been leaking out. And the load he'd shot into the trash can at his desk was copious to say the least. Peter North would have even stepped back and said, "Damn! Now that's a lot of cum!"

He got back up and was making his way back to the kitchen, thinking they should run into town and get that minifridge finally, and anything the girls might need. "Meg?! Jess?!" he called out as he was heading back to the kitchen.