You’re an anthropologist’s dream, and I don’t mean wet dream this time.”Now was the time to tell him. “Well, you’ll have to do without me ...ext trip. Should have thought of this when we were discussing my going off the pill.”“Well, you might not take. You haven’t so far. And we did think of that. A child is more important.”“I might not have so far.” And she might not; she had to keep reminding herself of that.“Darling! You think... ?”“I’m two days late. It’s happened before, but I feel...”“Oh,. We were locked on a molecule of something."Good! Good!" Bud was screaming in my ear. "That's it! You've got it"I felt Harley's eagerness just behind and beside mine. I felt the question in him just as I was forming the thought to ask myself. "Okay Bud. We've got it, but can you tell us what it is we've got?" Yes, but feel it for a bit first," he slid back into his detached lecture mode. "Taste it. Wrap your senses around it so you will recognize it the next time you lock onto this substance.". A very old friend of mine, let’s call her K, runs a discreet and exclusive establishment in the 16eme arrondissement. The kind of place where the rich, famous and deliciously perverted visit to live out their secret desires in absolute secrecy. She has a catalogue of open-minded and beautiful freelance artistes who take time from their day jobs – whatever they may be – to aid clients in realising their own perversions. Some clients request familiars, the same professionals, as their consorts. I found the boat and headed back out onto the floor. The rest of my shift was rather uneventful. After I clocked out, I checked my cell phone to see if there were any messages. There were two. ‘ Hey honey, it’s mom. Can you please pick up a container of milk?’ The second one almost made my heart stop. It was from him. ‘I know I was rude but I had to call and tell you it was great to see you today. If you want to talk or hang out give me a call.’ ‘Yeah, I’ll hurry up and call you,’ I said.