"Like this?" said a man's voice, as she saw the image of a man's ear."Yes -- you're on!" said a voice in the background."Oh, yeah!" said the face as i... turned to face her. He was a young man with a couple days growth of beard."Shit! Experiment over! Let me go! I didn't volunteer for this! I want out right now!"The convex screen with the man's head projected onto it looked remarkably like a head. The face looked at her -- sort of. The eyes seemed focused on a point inside her skull."Yeah, they. Bosco (eeeeooooowwwweeeerrrr) the most uninteresting teacherat Clarksville High. Mr. Bosco had all the personality of stump(actually the stump was more interesting. Today we were playing aroundwith Pythagorean triples on graph paper -borrrr-iinnngg. But if it gotmy mind off of Austin I'd graft triangles all afternoon.-Where in the Hell Did You Go with My Toothbrush-When I got home, I found myself moping around the house and snapping ateverybody.. Between what I'd witnessed at the Debs' table. ”“Serena sir.” she said meekly.“Serena, its a good while since I last poked a mother to be, shall you oblige me?” I asked.“No sir.” she refused.“But Miss Blenkinsopp do you not remember the morning when I bent you over the dressing table? Shall we not visit heaven again?”“You remember?” she asked.“Oh I remember,” I agreed, “A grey haired virgin, how could I forget.”“And your child?” she asked.I looked her in the eye. “Take your coat off. Lift your skirts. Lower your underpants. Bend over my. "But how am I going to do _that_?"With all the controls destroyed the only way to shut it down was tophysically remove it from the altar. He looked at the source of thelight again and made up his mind. The only problem now was the glasswall that separated the control room and the experimental pit. In thecorner of his eye he spotted a chair."Well, I guess when all else fails..." he grabbed the chair and liftedit up above his head. "...try brute force." With a mighty shove heslammed the chair.