" Did anyone ever tell you that you're a pompous asshole?" askedBrittany. "Just who the fucking hell do you think you are anyway?" You have a quite a ...oul mouth for such a pretty girl. Even though Idoubt your parents would approve of your filthy language, I'm notthat surprised... all other things thrown into the mix." The man verycarefully and quite systematically looked Brittany over from head totoe. "You may call me Phil... for now, if you like. It isn't my realname, but I'm gotten sort of. Vikkor stood tall and proud as I recovered from her history, her story. She smiled and those lips took on a distorted smile, wider than it should have been. Her white teeth had a sharp edge and her cold gray eyes bore into me, drilling in to find my pain, to cause me pain. She leaped at me, razor nails slashing, sharp teeth snapping. I held up my arm and let her take it. I detached from the pain, because it was only in my mind, literally. She couldn't harm me through my mind any more than I. So there you are. You're the walking, talking Holy Grail of pheromone research. No woman of child-bearing age can resist you."I grinned at the thought. "I guess there must be some downside." Oh, sure." Mom was sober now. "Because of the uncontrollable nature of the phenomenon, I can see you in jail for sexual assault, dead or severely injured from an outraged husband, suffering from a sexually transmitted disease or merely kidnapped and used as a guinea pig for government or corporate. It was a really hot sight to behold.I said that tomorrow will be our first night, and she has to wait until then. I also gave her instructions on how to prepare. She had to go a beauty parlor and ask for a full bridal treatment. I told her to tell them that her husband is returning from abroad, and that she wants to look good for him. I wanted no hairs on her body, except some on her armpits and pussy. And she needs to purchase a really sexy sari and sleeveless blouse, with matching lingerie.I.