"No, nothing special tonight." Pause. "Yeah, I can shove 'im out the door for a while." Pause. "Oh, he'll mope for a bit, but I'll reward him appropri...tely later." Pause. "Okay. After dinner." Pause. "Love you, too. Seeya!" And that was Kara, I'd guess," I said.Giggle. "I love you being right, you know." You're the best 'right' I can lay claim to." Claim?" she giggled. "Maybe we need to play that 'innocent servant girl' game Tina told me about." Uh-huh." In my head, I laughed, though. One of. 'That became the pattern for the next few weeks. I'd drop by once or twice after work (I rarely scheduled any experiments past six or seven; she had no such inhibitions), and chat with her while she was working in the lab. The conversations usually ran to how she was doing in her classes, commiserating on how few results both of us were getting in our experiments, but rarely anything intensely personal.During those weeks, it gradually occurred to me how little I actually knew about Liz (and how. ” “You broke up over just that?” she asked. “Yes and no. Well, I am a very sexual person. Scratch that -- physical person. Kissing, cuddling, the works. Sounds girly but I really do love the physical contact. But the experimentation part is something that is entwined with sex for me. In the end she treated me like a pervert. Every time we even kissed she made one thing clear. If we went any further, I wouldn’t do anything beyond ‘normal’ stuff. I felt like I was being held down. And things. Now that hes clean, I can see some things I wasnt able to before, how clear his eyes are, an icy blue that stuck in my head the night before. His hair is curly, but cleaner and dyed black, with little streaks of natural reddish-brown. He has very faint smile wrinkles, as if he was happy a lot time ago. He looks up and sees me staring at him, and he smiles weakly. He looks embarrassed, he knows I can tell hes high. Hey&hellip,Im sorry&hellip,Im a little high, I needed it, Im sorry I did it in.