The lab tested biological warfare agents. Nothing that wouldkill people. This lab had been charged with developing non-lethal bioagents, things that w...uld incapacitate, or make harmless, potentialenemies. Over the years, a multitude of different approaches was tried.Sleep inducers, paralysis, memory agents, muscle weakeners all weretried, and rejected. The latest idea was perhaps the craziest of all. Theidea was to change the DNA of the enemy to reduce their male hormoneoutput, and increase. One night she got a night off and she just decided to hang out at the crib and get some much needed sleep. She woke up at about 2am when Raymond came home. He brought along company and they were wanting to party. It was another pimp named Jesse and a tiny beautiful young Mexican t-girl named Linda. Jesse had an 8ball and he got his works out. It was the 1st time she’d ever done horse. 1st of many however. The men had decided they’d swap hoes for the night. Raymond pushed Linda down on her. ."Why do we live, why do we die...Why must love end in the blink of an eye...Is it just us?Are we to blame? ... Or is the whole universe perversely the same!"The whole band exploded back to life. Amanda forgot her instrument, whirling in dance. Dance ... she danced for the dead. She danced for the living. She danced for life. She danced ... for joy.They were a hit.Sean left the party with things still going strong. The band had played its catalog of six songs twice, and now it had turned into a. We ran straight through and stopped. I think we were all breathing kind of hard.“I think we let the tempo creep up on us,” Cindy said. “I’m out of breath.”“Yeah. It was like a race to the finish,” Rhonda said. “Without a conductor, how do we hold the tempo?”We worked for an hour and ran sections with Carol sometimes counting the beat out loud. The last run-through wasn’t bad. In fact, I liked it a lot.“I love working with you guys,” I said. “It was hard work but we really made progress. Thank.