I smiled.I smiled. "Tell me honey. How did you feel about us before I gave you the shot?" John smiled back at me, forgetting for a second that I had just violated him with the injection. A feeling of confidence flowed over him, and he was not aware that it was a direct result of the amber colored liquid now flowing through his veins. My question was part of a game he understood well. He called it the `will you respect me in the morning?' syndrome. He started to say what he thought I wanted to hear. "Why I thought that you were the best lay I've had in months. And I." He blinked, as though a small gear slipped a cog in the back of his mind and started again with a sudden desire to tell me the truth. "No, that's not it... I thought that you're a dumb old bimbo. I've never met any girl that fell for that old line as fast as you did. You're only good for a quick roll in the hay. And even at that you were only fair. Why, what did you think I thought about you and those other stupid bitches in your lab?" I ignored his insult about being old. I was to his way of thinking. After all, forty years old made me old enough to be his mother. Although, if I had been, I would have drowned him long before he reached puberty, let alone 23. "It never crossed your mind that the `Doctor' in front of my name just might prove that I have some degree of intelligence?" I asked curiously. |