Rather than doing real science, it was like a teacher teaching for the test."Yes, yes," I said. "But you haven't answered the simplest of concerns - c...use and effect. How do you know that your so-called synthetic pheromones caused the rapid reproduction?"Her face was red, making her masked pimples stand out. "Because every other variable was held constant, that's why!" A plausible answer, but unconvincing. Right now, without more substantial proof, you're getting my lowest score of the day." I. The singer curtsiedgracefully, and then - roving microphone in hand - descended from thestage, moving amongst the tables greeting old friends and invitingmembers of the audience to talk about themselves - more particularly -their outfits.I half-expected that she would spot us, and she did so quite quickly.Martin squirmed back into his chair, as if he wanted to avoid having tospeak, but Debbie was having none of this."My my, what have we here?" she asked. Martin smiled weakly at her; Iwinked. Now though, give me your hand…”I was fairly sure of what she was going to do this time; sweeping my hand down to her womanhood. Her flesh felt so warm and moist down there, especially where my fingers parted her most private area, bringing a growing smile onto her face. I did ask her where she wants me to touch her, and on one location she suddenly starts to shake a bit, gasping and rolling her eyes upward while grabbing my arm with one hand and the bed sheets again with the others. “Right. I stopped after a second, kind of surprised. Lexi came down the stairs in a pale blue sundress, with sandals. Her normally straight hair and had been curled and waved and she had on just enough makeup to make her look even more beautiful then usual. I must have been staring because she stopped after a few steps looking back at me. ‘What? Is something wrong?’ I smiled. ‘No.. you look… beautiful.’ She smiled back, relieved as she took the last few steps meeting me at the bottom of the stairs. ‘Oh.