This is the story of all my dreams coming true. I was a 21 year old college student in the fields of math, physics, and engineering. I am a male and... like most young males tend to be a sick perverted bastard. I was in the physics lab working with a partner on a project. The project involved playing around with a light generator that channeled the light in a series of pulses that wouldn’t really have any application to any other device that I knew of. I was manning the computer to control the. "No," she laughed, "they have plenty of food." She batted him playfully sending him teetering off his chair. She grabbed him around the head and dragged gim back. "It's going to be good," she told him, "you and me!"'Oz' smiled weakly.It had been someone's bright idea, but few of the test pilots at the Red Air Force Tactical Research and Weapons Institute agreed. Take an aircraft designed in 1931, some 8 years ago, graft it to a more powerful engine, upgrade the controls, weapons, reinforce the. To rub salt in the wound, she told you that she had been fucking another guy on the side, because he was more dominant in bed and you were too submissive to contend.It costs you most of your savings to break your lease, but you found it to be a sound investment as you could no longer live in the same city as your horrible ex-girlfriend. Plus, you had heard that Transaton had an insane amount of job openings for specifically guys as the city's population was heavily skewed female. That combined. " Peter took a big breath and tried to calm down. He looked at the doctor. "What happens now?" I will book and emergency time for you at the hospital tomorrow to have your head scanned. In the meantime, go home and get some rest." Peter thanked the doctor for the help and left. As he walked home to his apartment, he wandered about calling his parents and telling them about the situation, but he didn't want to worry them if it turned out to be nothing. On top of that he really wasn't in the mood.