The door went closed instantly.Scott came up to me."Why do you have your camera?" he asked. He frowned. "You didn't try to take a picture of my mom ..... did you?" Of course not," I whispered. "I was going to get some moon shots tonight." I hoped there was a moon."No problem," he said. He dropped the things in his hands, turned around and bent over. "Here's your moon!" he said. Two seconds later there was the white, split moon he had created. He laughed and then snatched up his stuff, running for. I took the elevator to his floor, cautiously avoiding spilling his coffee as it jolted to a stop. I stepped out. His co-workers gave me their routine glares. I’d have given them the finger if I didn’t care about visiting my honey so much. The good thing about my lover’s office is that it’s not a cubicle. It’s a nicely sized room with doors that can lock. There’s certainly advantages to being higher up in the work chain. I knocked on the door with my free hand. I heard footsteps nearing the door. With difficulty, hegently pushed Stacey away, looked into her eyes and gave her a deepkiss."If it was the capsule...," Jack trailed off, looking hopeful. "Since Ionly took one, then shouldn't its effects wear off after a while?"Stacey looked at her husband, wiped the tears from her cheek, sniffedand nodded. "What else could it have been? You wouldn't want to wearmy panties otherwise. I suppose it will wear off soon. At least, Ihope so. But what if it doesn't Jack? What if it doesn't? . That one night will be enough to convince you."She turned and walked out leaving me shaking my head. Her words were prophetic. I left the hospital after having gotten a dozen shots in my stomach. I flew home and over the next few weeks did feel strange. Food seemed to taste better especially since I ate everything rare. My hearing was what surprised me though. I could hear someone whispering across the room as if they were speaking into my ear. The smells are what hit me the most. Not just the.