Looking down at the machine it came from, it was rather makeshift. The glass container was probably from a previous project he cannibalised to make th...s.“Suzie? Are you alright in there? We heard a crash.”“Sorry Reed, I think the device broke.” She called out from the open door, her attention away from her findings as she called out to her husband. With her back turned, she never spotted the white droplet begin to sluggishly squirm its way down the surface of the glass and over the gloved. To dosto jessa ki ap jante ho ya mere naye frds jinhone pahle meri story read nahi ki unhain bata du ki didi ne mujse wada kiya tha ki vo muje mere b’day ke din apni gand ka anmol gift dengi meri najar to kab se didi ki gand per thi jab main didi ko ghodi bana kar chodta to gand mere samne hoti lekin main didi se koi jabardasti nahi karna chahta tha or mera b’day Bhi najdik aa raha tha to main chahta tha ki didi khud muje apni gand ka gift de to vo din bhi aa gya jab muje ye gift milna tha raat. Carter say, “And what if she’s the one doing the seducing?”I thought about that for about twenty feet or so. Valerie? Seducing me?Not a chance in the world.Not that I’d mind, of course. If she did, I might get to see those breasts I was so interested in.But there was no way.Especially if she’d already seduced any of those other guys she’d gone out with.Or them her.My stomach hurt by the time I got home, but by the time my mother interrogated me about the corsage I’d forgotten all about. Her expression showed nothing but grim determination. She sat in perfect, unmoving silence as the morning slowly passed.A few minutes before noon, she rose and headed upstairs. Holly entered her daughter's room, pointedly ignoring the wreckage of the bed, and pulled the toy chest out of the closet. It was large, plastic, and pink, filled with nostalgia. At the very bottom of the chest was a music box. It had once been her daughter's favorite possession, and Holly had opened it every night.