"The nurse to his left handed him a scalpel and he began cutting into my wife. Even though I was slouched down I could still see the cutting motion of... the doctor's arm as he started making his incisions. I knew from watching my instructional videos that he needed to make multiple cuts slowly through the different tissues to get down to the womb. So I was not surprised to see the sawing motion of the doctor's arm.All was going well until he asked for the salad-spoons. Yeah, I know that's not. At some point during the day, I didn’t bother putting the matching panty back on. I was seated on one side with Bill Clancy. On the other side of the table was Stan Jacobs and Marty Adams. Bob was at the head of the table.We had just reviewed the productivity and quality number for each group covering the past four-week period since the implementation of our experiment. The numbers were reviewed several times to be sure, but they appeared to be correct. Our experiment was working. The. I'm not angry or anything, just curious about why you do it. Have you been doing it long?"Her first reaction was a scared gasp as she stared at me, then her face contorted with pain and she began to cry. I reached over the counter to touch her arm, but she jerked away from me, tears pouring down her face. She started to mumble as her head shook from side to side."It wasn't me, Mr. Longden. I would never do such a thing. It must have been someone else." When she looked at me and realized I. What had she gotten herself into?It was her own doing, that’s for sure. Getting involved with a smooth talking upper classman, who just happened to be the drug dealer on campus, as well as the nephew of a highly placed Georgetown alumnus were way stupid, and the fiancé of a crime lord’s daughter in Philadelphia.And now she is wondering if the cure is worse than the poison.It tumbled around her mind for over an hour, and probably would have been more if Sharon hadn’t come back to the dorm.