I wondered what his DNA imperative was telling his cock to do right now. It was like my whole system went into some altered state of consciousness wh...never his image came into my mind. As though his pheromones were so intense on me that I lost track of what the fuck was happening. I was pretty sure that unless a miracle happened, I was going to flunk out of Chemistry because I hadn't heard a single word because I was so utterly distracted by the size of his foot, the bristly haired three. I was born in a Midwestern town. I was an only child. After WWII it was very prosperous, but as the years passed the town suffered a drop in prosperity.My Mom and Dad were in the lower middle class income bracket at the start of the decline. When the factory my Dad worked in closed, so did his employment opportunities. We lived on his separation pay and what little work he could find. One of is part time jobs was the overnight cleaning of a local bar.I guess that job was his downfall. He. She paced nervously around the room, and was relieved to see Albert wasn't in his office and couldn't see that she was fully dressed.There has to be something, Monica thought. I could fake being sick. I could claim a family emergency. I could quit! Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door."Who is it?" Monica stammered."Roger," the voice said."Who?" Monica asked."Your deliveryman," he said.Roger was, in fact, the deliveryman. Monica was so distraught she completely forgot about. ''I wouldn't be so sure about that.'' Says Thrane as he de-cloaks. ''Who are you? How'd you get in here?'' Asks one of the Lieutenant's. ''Relax I come in Peace, there's a Pistol at my Side I am going to place it down and kick it away, I just want to talk.'' Says Thrane as he Removes his Weapons Thermal Clip and kicks both away in separate directions.''Stand down men, He may be a Drell who broke through our countermeasures like they were mere tissue paper, but he clearly means what he says.''.