The 'formula', they called it now... was working splendidly. They would have to return periodically to observe the guinea pigs, but so far it seemed a... though the formula would work over a twenty-four period, going on and off approximately every two hours. In a few days it would be ready for testing on a human being.When Tim and Bennie left the lab, carefully cleaning up and turning out the lights before hand, they were elated by their own brilliance. Flushed and excited they walked briskly. He went along because he was trying to fit in and do what the other guys did. He still felt an outsider, shy, and found meeting new people hard. Parties tend to make lonely people feel more lonely, he found.He had been standing by the door watching the dancers jolt around the room. He didn't like the music, they called it 'hiphop' and it offended his ears. He favoured songs with something to say and didn't feel this music said anything to him.That's when Mrs. Benmore had come up behind him."Not. The server interrupted her thoughts as he stopped by her table with her glass of Pax Rosé wine. Ivy looked up from her menu to smile at him as she absently began to compare him to Nikolai. God, she was in trouble.After the waiter left, Ivy noticed Sine hopping down from her F-350 from across the street where she parked. Ivy was always impressed with the way Sine handled the monster of a truck and knew that other than her horses, the jet black truck was her pride and joy.Ivy studied Sine as she. To my amazement, she was already looking at me the way I’d just imagined, and as she brought her lips up to mine, she whispered against them, “I can’t believe this. I feel like we were meant to meet.” “I believe we were,” I offered, and ran my tongue along her full lower lip. I pondered, momentarily, whether or not her other lips would feel as soft, warm, and damp, and my thoughts floated long to deliberate how she must taste. I lowered my lips to her enormous and pale, fleshy breasts, then.