Come on over, and bring the works." She hung up; merry good humor sparkled in her copper eyes. "What is it? Who'd you call?" "My Aunt Flavia. She make...s the gunk. Part of what you drank." Miss Fallon tapped her fingertips on her desk. "You want to get back to what you were, right?" "Yes! I'll do anything! I swear to God!" Miss Fallon leaned forward slightly. "Would you let us experiment on you?" "Experi ... " The word clogged in his throat. "Like how?" "Nothin' painful. Just tryin' an elixir. But then he looked at me and said with a surprising amount of fondness, “Yes, your mother did make me her slave. It was possibly the happiest time of my life. But this isn’t about your mother and I. This is about you. You are my son, and I felt I should pass this on to you.”As I reached out to take the box, Suzi asked, “How do you know he is your son?”“Besides the obvious family resemblance? I check on some of my future girls from time to time. Katie is one of my ... early recruits. Over. She didn’t really smile; she just looked very intent on what she was doing. It was obvious, though, that she wanted me to see and was interested in my reaction to it all. My reaction was an erection. The next thing I knew my own cock was hard, straining against my jeans. But I was trying to keep looking distant and disinterested. The kind of look you see from people on a subway train—that vacant stare at nothing; despite the fact that in this case a comely girl is giving a guy a hand job five. "Come on then," she said."You started it," they said together again which set them off again."You two need your heads banging together." He ... He ... He's just received his appointment f-for his semen test a-and has g-got to g-go without sex for a week before." Diana paused for breath."What's so funny about that?"That caused further howls of laughter."H-he said that was impossible sh-sharing a b-bed with m-me so I-I t-told him to wear a c-condom." What good'll that do?" asked Helen.That was.