Well, that was how I felt as i lay there in bed. Let me start over. My name is John. I am (or was at the time) 40 years old. I stand somewhere around ... feet 10 inches tall. I have a healthy 8 inches between my legs. I...well, I'm sure you are not here for a profile on me. Suffice it to say I am an average looking male with a bit of a gut. I'm not obese but I certainly could stand to lose some weight. In any case, back to the odd feeling I had of something being wrong with...well, the entire. -Je n'ai jamais vraiment su, fit Déborah, avant de laisser échapper un petit rire. Quand j'étais petite, je croyais que c'était une sorcière. Elle était assez intimidante, mais chaque fois que j'étais malade, elle me préparait un remède qui me soignait en une minute. Effet placebo, sûrement.La jeune femme s'apprêtait à reprendre quand elle fut interrompue par l'arrivée de Clément.-Hé Déborah, sympa la soirée !-Merci, fit Déborah.-Dis, elle mène ou la trappe au niveau du plafond ? Parce qu'on a. "Not only in a professional sense but in a personal sense as well."Many of the assembled women nodded their heads in agreement with Abbey'ssentiment- and much to her own surprise, Sophie was one of them. "There'sone person in particular I'd like to thank, though," Abbey continued with asly grin, making one of the other gold-buttoned women on the stage roll hereyes. "Jessica Robertson-Tyler was my mentor on my first day here, andeverything I need to know I learned from her. Not just about being. "So that's what Paul did with my mind-control drug."Jack shook his head. He had made only two doses of the drug. He had given one to Paul -- for his 40th birthday present, and the other was still in his refrigerator.Jack had always wondered if it would work or not ... after all, it had never been tested on humans before. Much of Jack's instructions to Paul had been pure speculation. Janice was the first (and only) human trial that had ever taken place.Apparently, it had been a roaring.