She shooed, thereluctant to leave men, out the door. "Men!" She sighed, as she moved backover to Fran and began to pull off the sticky pads. Dr. Winke... took off thehalo, and then he just stood and watched Blondie. "Ah, you too," Blondie moaned. "Me? But this is my lab!" Dr. Winker snapped. "Yeah, and this is my pussy," Blondie said, lifting up her dress. "And ifyou want some more of this...you'll leave now." Dr. Winker stood in stunned silence for a couple of seconds, before he boltedfor the. Ididn't know if he was trying to be rude or what he really meant. Buthe seemed sincere, and something else. He asked about the production and I told him what I did. He wasfixated on my lips as I drew on my cigarette, as the end glowed, as Ieffortlessly breathed in that puff. He watched the wisps from mynostrils.Someone came out to get me. "I gotta go," I said as I leaned down toground out my cigarette, though taking one last puff. He looked downinto my shirt, but I didn't know that.I did. Alison rang at about 17:30 and left a message apologising that shewouldn't be home until about 19:00. "Sorry Love," she said.Larry was so upset, useless partner, not home on time, well I'm having aglass anyway. As he poured the glass, realisation hit him. 'How manywomen think the same when their husband rings in late and they have theevening meal prepared in anticipation?' My god it didn't take long tobecome a 'taken for granted' housewife did it?'What to do with the extra hour?' he thought.. Claire noticed Gruthsorik was back to laying in the bunk all day and night, conserving his energy or perhaps already too weak to move again. It was time. Now or never. She stood outside the door to Containment Room 1, and toggled her camera feed macro on again. She took off her lab coat and dropped it to the floor. This was crazy, and completely unprofessional. She begged herself to reconsider. Her blouse and skirt joined the lab coat. It wasn't too late. She could still go home and get her.