"See, nothing bad's happening to me. Try it some time with your boyfriend. You take it within three hours, and then when his semen hits your cervix, p...ay attention to your thoughts." Bethany..." You've got nothing to lose, right? If nothing happens, you can think I'm a nut." Well, OK," she said with a sigh. "I'm a scientist. And you've given me a falsifiable theory and a way to test it." Right!"Julia put the vial in a dresser drawer, intending to keep it as a quirky gift from her well-meaning. I put passwords for control in place of all of these individuals should I ever get in a spot of trouble. When I wasn’t driving, fucking, or fucking with peoples minds I was reading everything I could get my hands on to do with technology, science, and the world in general. My concentration allowed me to read books very quickly. This allowed me to be able to understand all of the new technologies I was acquiring. I realized that all television sets nowadays could support the light pulse. Greg went to his Rolodex and found Jim’s cell number. He dialed it and waited as it rang once, twice, before it was answered. A young female voice answered. ‘Hello?’ Greg looked at his phone. He thought he dialed the number correctly, but now he wasn’t sure. ‘I was calling Jim Ballard. This is Greg Hannaford from the Ballard Corp.’ ‘Hello, Greg,’ she replied softly. ‘This is Laura Ballard. Jim’s with dad right now.’ Greg had talked to Laura numerous times at company functions. They had. Where she had previously been disdainful of his desire to become sexually involved his advances now enthralled her. As he took her hand, she willingly gave it to him, walking slowly past the opaque rice paper sliding door of the guest bedroom. Teasing her further he purposefully slowed their progress, hesitating outside the door where she could hear the kind of sighs coming from her husband and the whimpering sighs and murmurs, sounds of a couple kissing passionately. As she imagined what might.