She turned around, looked at me and asked me,Dipali: Karthik, what were you looking at?(I was blank, didn’t know what to answer. I felt really embar...assed.)Me: Dipali.. That was not intentional. I am sorry for making this awkward.Dipali: Not intentional? You do realize right that this is not the first time I’ve caught you staring at my boobs?Me: What? No… I mean… That was unintentional too…. (I really did not have a come back). Moreover, Dipali was speaking authoritatively. I got scared for a. You wonder is he thinking about you, does he ache for you like you do for him. You decide to see if he is watching you, by brushing your silk robe open exposing yourself slightly. Touching your skin and closing it, spreading your legs while they brush your thighs. You watch with delight as your teasing, creates some swelling of him, he crosses his legs to prevent you from noticing. You tell him it’s Ok, I feel the same way. I was hoping you might. You approach him and open your robe to. Here, look here.” She turned and pulled up a program.I started scanning through it. Her coding was impeccable, each section, each decision tree. I could see a need for robots to help, just as the former Children of Atom who had an inherent resistance or immunity to radiation to help. I kept going, nodding as I let each tree work out. This is good ... wait. Oh, shit.“Isabel, you’re the third best programmer I know. This is elegant code, well written, nicely documented, fatally flawed.”“Thank. I shove the funnel roughly into your mouth and down down your throat, you cough and almost puke.I unscrew the top of the bottle and proceed to poor quarter of it down the funnel, it goes straight down without touching the sides.You gag again, what a wimp!I go back and get a bottle of red pills from the medicine cabinet, the label's still in mint condition as are all my supplies and tools here.I come back and put the bottle in front of your eyes so you can read the label. So funny, total panic.