2

George Minor hated doing paperwork. As supervisor of the Holcomb forensics lab, his job was to make sure everything in the lab went smoothly, by making his own life hard. It wasn’t like TV, where no one filled out paperwork, and apparently no one had to shift money around to pay for things that were needed, but weren’t in the budget. At that moment George was trying to figure out how to buy new data cards for the digital cameras, since thanks to a recent court ruling the original data cards with the original crime scene photos had to be preserved for court hearings. That meant that they could either go back to using film, or buy all new data cards for each crime scene they investigated. George hated things like that.

At thirty-eight years old George had only been in Holcomb for two years, but already he was a liked and respected member of the community. He was tall and broad shouldered like a football player, and his skin was so dark that the gray hairs at his temples almost glowed. Originally from Atlanta George came to Ohio to escape a past he didn’t want to remember, and Holcomb was a nice place to start. A small town with not much crime, and he was in charge of a laboratory full of nutcases that took care of any crime in the six surrounding counties.

The crime lab was a one story brick building that housed the coroner’s office, morgue, autopsy rooms, viewing rooms, and everything that went on with evidence storage. The crime labs took up the front of the building, the coroner’s rooms the back, and the offices that looked normal were on the side closest to the parking lot. There were only two nonscientists in the building. The secretary was one, who was barely out of her teens and hated her job and everyone associated with it. The other nonscientist was the lieutenant in charge of the crime lab, who wasn’t much older than the secretary, and he didn’t have a clue as to what to do at a crime scene, let alone what half the equipment in the lab was for, his name was Douglas Indiana Parker, or Dip.

George didn’t like to think of his employees as crazy, but they were. The coroner was Doctor Christopher Brown, who was a sexist and didn’t hide that fact. The old guy was never married, but loved women, and the body’s women had, and that was rather disturbing since he did the autopsies on numerous good looking women. The doctor hated women, and thought of them nothing more than sexual objects. It was a fact that his subordinated always fought.

Betty, her real name unpronounceable, worked for Doctor Brown. She came from Asia and decided the furthest she could get from her communist roots was in redneck country of Ohio. She was also a major babe, which his why Doctor Brown kept her around, also she was an excellent medical examiner. Her narrow eyes and jet black hair went perfectly with her perfectly proportioned body. Along with her wiry whit came a personality that constantly did battle with Doctor Brown’s opinion of women.

The other medical examiner was Jimmy Tomb, who took up the job of medical examiner simple because of his last name. Ever since Doctor Brown made Jimmy do an autopsy on his own grandmother Jimmy hated looking at dead bodies. Thirty years old, and overweight, the guy would drink, and drink often, on the job. It was at least a good thing he worked on the dead and not the living, because the man constantly made slips of the knife. So far his drinking hadn’t made any difference in his diagnosis of the people he worked on.

George had to sigh, at least Doctor Brown didn’t have to deal with the people in the forensics unit. Ellen Valachos was a woman no one wanted to cross. Mother of two she would take down a charging rhino with one hand and grab the beast’s balls with the other. Being a short, overweight black woman gave her an intense dislike of fit white males mostly. She constantly believed that it was the white man that didn’t let her finish her education in forensic pathology, and would tell anyone who would listen, and a few who wouldn’t.

Donna Foor was at least a little calmer at her job than Ellen, even if Ellen claimed Donna was the only white woman she could respect. Donna at one time in her life was a model, and still had the looks of a model after giving birth to two boys from two different husbands. A good looking woman in her mid thirties she was still looking for a stable man, and might have found it in Detective Andrew Jefferson, but no one had the heart to ask her if they were going out as friends or something more, which is to say she flirted with anyone with a Y chromosome, except for coworkers.

Cloyd Noah, or just Noah to everyone who knew him, might have appreciated the attention since he was two years away from mandatory retirement. Noah let everyone know he was ready to retire, even if he wasn’t sure what he would be doing with all that free time. Short, bald, always slouching, the man was an excellent cook. Noah couldn’t decided if he wanted to be a gourmet cook or a forensic scientist when he had to pick a career path all those years before, so he became both. Noah published three cookbooks the entire time he was a blood spatter expert. Somehow the mix of the two worked for the man, even if he got odd ideas for food while examining dimensions of blood droplets.

Randell Dahl, or just Ran, is the kind of person who is unique. Before he was even a teenager he took the test and got his GED, and then started college. Ran got degrees in mathematics, physics, chemistry, biology, law, and forensics. Then Ran had a mental breakdown. Some people have mental breakdowns and slowly recover their sanity, Ran never did. Ran went insane and came back bringing a piece of it with him. The best forensics expert in the state and so mentally disturbed people can’t figure out if he is joking or really believes some of what he says. George had to smile, Ran may seem like a candidate for a lobotomy but when the young man goes to court Ran acts so completely sane it always throws off the defense. George knows Ran is sane, but he just doesn’t like to act that way.

George was looking at Ran, bowing and praying to the gas chromatograph mass spectrometer (GCMS), as the machine printed out the results of the drugs taken off a guy the night before. The lab had the main examination room, where George had his windowed cramped office, and then there were numerous doors leading off down a hallway and into DNA. Down the hallway were the firearms examination room, the audio visual room, and the garage where large experiments and evidence is held. Also down the hallway is where the four scientists had their offices, where George went only when he had to.

With the GCMS finished printing out what the chemicals put into it were Ran picked up the papers from the printer and did an excellent pirouette around the lab and to George’s door. Ran was still short that added to how young he was and thin to the point that he seemed sick. His brown hair always seemed to be out of place. The one thing that George hated was Ran would only wear T-shirts, except when going to court, and then it was a suit and tie.

Ran stood at George’s door and said in a commanding voice, “After praying to the great god of the gas chromatograph mass spectrometer I was given this soon to be toilet paper with words on it.” Ran flashed the printed out pages to George just in case there was some confusion. “They say that the liquid chemicals we took off the drug dealer last night were not a new flavor of mouthwash but in fact something called Cupid’s Breath.”

It was the worst time for George to have been taking a sip of his coffee. Hearing the words ‘Cupid’s Breath’ made him gasp in surprise. This gasp made him draw the hot brown liquid into his lungs. The hacking and coughing from the liquid in his lung was accented by the pain he felt of the burning hot coffee searing the wrong tube in his throat. The coughing and gasping and hacking and painful desire to breath made the show that much more enjoyable for Ran to stand there and watch his boss.

“I think I saw a lung,” Ran said when George stopped coughing.

“Did you say Cupid’s Breath?” George asked his eyes wide in terror he hadn’t felt since hearing there was an explosion at the incinerator where his wife worked.

“I said a number of things, yellow is green without the blue, I do have soul on the bottom of my shoes, and one of the drugs we found on that guy last night is something called Cupid’s Breath,” Ran replied. “Pray tell me good sir, what is Cupid’s Breath, and does it play like Tuesday?”

“I want everyone in the offices in ten minutes,” George said picking up his phone, “and Doctor Brown and his crew too.” Ran shrugged and spun out of the doorway to leave George with his phone. George quickly punched in the number for police headquarters on the other side of the city. George dialed the extension to the chief and got him on the line. “Dave this is George down at the lab. We’ve got a problem. That dealer that was picked up last night, no the other one, that one, well he had Cupid’s Breath on him. Right, I’m telling my crew now. Andrew Jefferson was in charge of that bust last night. Yeah this is bad. I’ll talk to you later, by.” George sighed and stood up. The day was going to be a very long one.

A few minutes later George was in the doorway of the room where his people had their desks and computers, each one unique and cluttered with their own personal stuff. There was one lone computer in the back for another person to be hired, but since there wasn’t any room in the budget the desk and computer were both blank and empty, but the chair was occupied by Doctor Brown sitting down and looking annoyed.

“If you have something to tell me, you can come to me,” Doctor Brown was saying trying to act more important than he was with Jimmy and Betty on either side of him. Betty was staring at Ran, who was playing with a straightened paperclip, and Jimmy was making a supreme effort to keep his eyes open.

“We have a new drug in town, and this one is deadly,” George said evenly.

“Cupid’s Breath,” Ran said dropping the paperclip onto his toy cluttered desk.

“Yes, Cupid’s Breath is a new kind of drug that is nothing like anything anyone of us has ever seen before,” George replied.

“I’ve seen it before,” Doctor Brown stated, as an ego boost.

“Really?” George asked. “Then why don’t you tell everyone about it.” Doctor Brown was caught and didn’t like it. He just gave George the stare of death, or that’s what everyone called it. “Right, now then, Cupid’s Breath was developed about five years ago, and it is nasty. A guy by the name of Peter Long stumbled upon the drug and its devastating affect. It’s a liquid and when placed on a person’s tongue they are what the DEA calls the primary. Now this primary will have thirty seconds to speak to anyone, and I mean anyone, sex, age, race it doesn’t matter, if a person hears the primary speak in those thirty seconds they will basically become that person’s slave or what the DEA calls the secondary. The secondary will do anything they are told by the primary. We’re talking from behavior to autonomic muscular control. The secondary is the slave to the primary, for thirty-four hours.

“After thirty-four hours, give or take half an hour, the secondary starts to go through withdraw. They stop obeying the primary first and then they crave to hear someone speak to them using Cupid’s Breath, and then their mind and body go berserk. Think of a heroine addict going through six weeks of withdraw squeezed into thirty-six hours. The DEA described it like this.

The secondary will feel like their mind has been lit on fire, the pain will be intense and excruciating. Their skin will constantly feel like each and every place that could get a bee sting was getting a bee sting, over and over again, and any touch would feel like napalm. Their body would feel like it is in a vice full of spikes. Every smell would be like acid burning in their nose. Their own tongue would taste like the vilest thing from the bottom of a sewer. Every time they open their eyes even the smallest of light would feel like a red hot poker being stabbed into their skull. The secondary will start to rip at their own flesh and body, their muscles will go into spasms, and they will shriek and scream as loud as humanly possible.

This will last for about thirty-six hours.

“The Drug Enforcement Agency has had a handful of cases with Cupid’s Breath and came up with these statistics. Less than one percent of the people who go cold turkey survive, their bodies just can’t handle the stress. Only two-thirds of the people under a doctor’s care survive, and even then they’re never the same. Typically if the secondary survives they have serious psychological and emotional trauma as well as their emotions are completely off for as yet years possibly the rest of their lives. The DEA was a little unclear about that last point.”

Betty spoke up and asked, “What is the treatment a doctor can give?”

“Not much,” George sadly said. “In the hospital they will be heavily sedated, restrained, given muscle relaxants, have a tube of enriched oxygen placed down their throat, and have a mouthpiece taped shut into their mouth.

Even then they’ll jerk their body, scream, as well as their brainwaves will be erratic and most usually die from a blood vessel popping or their heart just giving out. To say this stuff is bad is an understatement.”

George looked around the room at the serious looking expressions on everyone’s faces. Noah spoke up asking, “Why haven’t we heard about Cupid’s Breath before?”

George sighed. It was a good question, and one he even asked. “The DEA, in their infinite wisdom, decided that the way to comate Cupid’s Breath is not to publicize it. If no one knew about the drug, no one would want it. There’s also the fact that Peter Long didn’t exactly advertise how he made the stuff, believing that if he was the only supplier then everyone would have to come to him, and since he was arrested and incarcerated no one has found out how to make more, that is until now apparently.”

“How do you know all this stuff and I was never told?” Doctor Brown asked from his chair trying to save face.

George didn’t like the guy, no one liked the guy, and it showed. “Well Doctor Brown last year when you decided to stay at home with your videos when the chief and I went to the DEA seminar in Columbus,” George said condescendingly. Everyone grinned, except for Doctor Brown whose face went bright red. Doctor Brown stormed out of the offices back to where he was king of the castle.

“Ran,” George said to the young man who was being uncharacteristically quiet, “this is the only thing you’re working on. Anything else I’ll hand out to rest of you, but you, Ran, are to work with Detective Andrew Jefferson to find whoever is making this Cupid’s Breath and bust them, got it?”

Ran pointed his fingers at George, and said, “You can count to twenty on me.” Which for Ran it was close enough to saying he understood his orders.

“The rest of you,” George said pointing to Noah, Donna, and Ellen, “keep your eyes and ears open. Ellen, I know that your husband asks you about what’s going on, but for right now we’re keeping Cupid’s Breath quiet.”

“A press black out,” Ellen said with a snort, “that sounds like the white man’s doing.”

“Ran,” George said to the hyper young man, “the guy they got Cupid’s Breath off of is still in lockup at the station. I want you to go to there, hook up with Detective Andrew Jefferson, and process the guy.”

“Process Drew?” Ran said with a grin and then turned his head to stare at Donna. “Should I get a reference sample of your hair?”

“I believe the exact phrase is, go to hell,” Donna replied standing up and leaving the office.

Ran stood up and grabbed his coat, “I already went nuts, now they’re telling me to go to hell. What do you people want from me!”

Noah was the first with a joke, “A day I don’t have to question if my hearing is going.”

3

The Holcomb police department is housed in what the locals call The Cube. In The Cube just about every government office is housed. From power and light to street maintenance and of course the police department is in a large six story building with equal dimensions on the height, width, and length. The windows were made of a reflective silver tint set into white limestone exterior giving The Cube a slivery white look. As the Earth turns and the sun’s angle changes bright white light from the center of our solar system is shown down upon the street and buildings of downtown Holcomb around The Cube.

Detective Andrew Jefferson, or just Drew to everyone, just happened to be the youngest detective ever in the history of Holcomb, thus he got all the crappy cases. A tall young man use to play basketball, and kept the height and build. He could run fast, and always could get information out of people. Fascinated with police work since a child he started to work towards becoming a cop while he was still in high school. Of course he learned the hard way how the books portray cops, and real life, are completely different.

“The damn asshole wouldn’t even tell me his name,” Drew said looking at Yahoo through the one-way mirror of the interrogation room. Yahoo was sitting back in his chair, arms crossed in front of him, and his boots propped up on the metal table bolted to the floor in the middle of the room.

Ran nodded his head looking at Yahoo and then asked, “May I try something?”

“Go ahead,” Drew replied taking a large step back. He worked with Ran enough times to know that what you might expect from him and what happens are usually two totally different things.

Dramatically Ran raised his finger to the heavens and called out in a booming voice, “I CALL UPON THE POWER OF GOD, MAKE THIS MAN SPEAK!” Then Ran pointed at Yahoo, who sat in the interrogation room, unfazed. “Damn, that didn’t work,” Ran said sounding disappointed, “I guess I’ll have to try using forensics.”

“Yeah why don’t you try that,” Drew said resisting a laugh at the forensic expert’s attitude.

Ran picked up his tackle box of a forensics kit and walked into the interrogation room. Yahoo looked up in defiance at Ran’s smiling face. “I’m not saying anything,” Yahoo spat at Ran.

“That good, since I haven’t asked any questions yet,” Ran stated putting his kit on the table. “If you just started talking and telling me everything I wanted to know I would believe you were crazy.”

Drew came into the room too and stated, “I also don’t have any questions for you to answer.” This got Yahoo to look at the tall detective. “You see, if I ask you no questions you don’t talk, and then you can’t cut a deal.” Ran pulled out a tape lift, consisting of transparent tape and a black construction paper background, with a white label on the top to mark the case number and other information. “My coworker here,” Drew nodded at Ran, “will tell me everything I need to know and you are going to prison for a long time. Just to keep you out of this city as long as possible I want you to keep your mouth shut.” Ran pressed the tape lift to the bottom of Yahoo’s left boot treads, and ripped the tape away, taking trace.

“What are you doing?” Yahoo more yelled than asked Ran. Yahoo slammed his feet down on the floor so Ran couldn’t tape lift his right boot treads.

“I’m wondering how they ever came up with the marshmallow,” Ran replied. He eyed the tape lift and said, “I’m also wondering where you’ve been so we can find where you got the drugs in the first place.”

“Don’t answer that,” Drew said holding up a finger at Yahoo. “We don’t want you to tell us where you’ve been.”

“Why the hell don’t you want me to tell you where I’ve been?” Yahoo asked confused.

“If you don’t tell us where you’ve been,” Drew said with a smile, “then I can put you down as uncooperative and that’s at least another five to ten years added to your sentence.”

“What sentence,” Yahoo asked confused.

“Well you did sell cocaine, to my sister no less you bastard and we found more than enough drugs on you to show you’re selling,” Drew smiled when he said the words. “So you’re going to a nice place where I’ve heard they use toothpaste as lubricant.”

Yahoo cursed and Ran replied, “I’m going to need a sample of that too. Do you use your own drugs?”

“I don’t use my own stuff, I just sell it,” Yahoo said and looked at Drew. “What will I get if I tell you where I got the drugs?”

“Shut up,” Drew said waving his hands. “You are not cooperating. You are not going to get time off for helping us find your source.”

“His name is Frank, but everyone calls him House, he lives just past city limits on route 35,” Yahoo cried out.

Ran snapped on a glove and smiled at Yahoo. “Okay drop your pants, bend over, and try not to clench,” Ran had a sadistic smile when he said it.

“Jesus Christ,” Yahoo yelled when he saw Ran approach him. “Meth in back of the white farmhouse, pot plants in the basement, and a crack lab on the second floor. Get that glove away from me!”

“What about Cupid’s Breath?” Ran asked and when Yahoo hesitated Ran raised his index finger. Ran looked at his finger like it surprised him that it was raised. Ran shook his head and lowered his index finger and raised his middle finger, that’s when Ran smiled and nodded his head.

“I don’t know where he got it,” Yahoo said not taking his eyes off Ran’s gloved hand. “I know it wasn’t there last week.”

“If you’re lying to me I’ll have Ran use his whole fist,” Drew threatened.

“Damn it man I’m telling the truth,” Yahoo cried out his tears almost visible.

Drew put his head out of the room and then his arm. When he pulled back Drew held a sheet of paper and a pen. “Write it all down,” Drew said and tossed the paper and pen at Yahoo. Like a man possessed Yahoo started to write out everything.

An hour later Drew and Ran were meeting Sheriff Butcher on the road leading to the white farmhouse, and the three men was having a discussion. “Randell are you sure you want to do this?” Sheriff Butcher was asking. A tall man with salt and pepper hair he was what most people would think of as a small town sheriff, broad, well fed, and strong as an ox.

“Hey,” Ran said with a slight burp, “if either of you two guys could pass as a strung out junkie be my guest.” Drew and Sheriff Butcher looked at each other and shrugged.

“Give me your gun,” Sheriff Butcher said.

“Not my gun!” Ran yelled pulling the heavy metal weapon from his side holster. “This is my baby, my only friend in life. Besides, I can’t believe they actually let me have one.”

“You’re not the only person who things that,” Sheriff Butcher said taking the young man’s weapon. “I just don’t want this guy to use Cupid’s Breath on you and make you all suicidal.”

“I’m as suicidal as the next guy who has a cocked gun pointed under his chin,” Ran stated with hand motions.

Drew looked at his phone to make sure the recording feature was working, “Okay we’ll be able to hear everything that’s said, and we’re recording this, so good luck. If you’re in trouble the phrase is ‘normal completely normal’ which try not to say something like that before you have some info on Cupid’s Breath.”

“I am on my way,” Ran said and got into his car and drove down the dirt and gravel driveway to the white farmhouse. The mutt of a dog came out to greet Ran, who got out of his car to greet the dog. “Aren’t you a cute puppy?” Ran said clapping his hands close to the ground as the dog came barreling at him. Ran sidestepped the dog, which went flying past him. The mutt skidded to a stop and bounced back towards Ran, who pulled a hotdog out of his coat pocket, and tossed it at the feet of the mutt. The ugly dog sniffed the wiener and then picked it up with its teeth, and downed it in one bite. Docilely it came over to Ran, who started to rub and pat the dog. “Oh you love this,” Ran said rubbing the dog, which flopped over onto its back and Ran rubbed the female dog’s belly.

“What the fuck are you doing to my fucking dog?” House yelled from his front porch. He looked about the same as when Yahoo visited him, but now he was wearing pants, but still didn’t have a shirt on.

“I’ll have you know I’m not fucking her,” Ran replied and came up to the dealer. “I was told that if I wanted a lot of stuff to come here.”

“Yeah,” House said skeptically, “who told you that?”

“Some gentleman by the name of Yahoo,” Ran said making the last word into a howl that the dog joined in on. “I had to pay him just to find out where you are just so I can pay you. I believe we can all agree that sounds redundant.”

“Shit, it’s too fucking early for this shit,” House stated going into the house.

“It’s eleven in the morning,” Ran replied walking to the dirty dingy house.

“What the fuck do you want?” House asked dropping onto the couch.

“I’m thinking cocaine,” Ran said moving his hands as he spoke. “I need something to get a lot of women blasted enough to take off their cloths, so I’m thinking stimulant, and caffeine isn’t going to cut it.”

House thought it was a joke, about cutting it, so he laughed. “You really want some shit that’ll make bitches fucking rip their fucking cloths off? I’ve got some fucking shit for you,” House said standing up and going into the kitchen. He opened the oven, and came back into the living room with his boxes of drugs. He pulled out one of the small bottles of Cupid’s Breath and showed it to Ran.

“Those are the little bottles that the concentrated breath freshener comes in,” Ran said pointing at them. Thinking for a moment Ran raised his hand to his mouth, breathed into his hand, and then smelled his extruded air. “Okay I can take a hint, as long as it’s not mint. I hate mint.”

“This shit is Cupid’s Breath,” House said with a smile.

Ran just looked at him and then asked, “Is it mint?”

“Fuck you man, this shit is great,” House said with a smile, “one drop on the fucking tongue, talk to some fucking bitch in thirty seconds, and for thirty-six fucking hours they’re your fucking slave. Your fucking bitches will do whatever the fuck you say.”

“Seriously,” Ran said like he was uncertain.

“Fuck yeah,” House grinned.

“How much?” Ran asked.

“Twenty each,” House replied.

“Let’s see, there’s five or six drops in each one of those bottles,” Ran said doing the math in his head, “thirty seconds time. Um, how many bottles do you have?”

“Uh,” House wasn’t that quick with math, “the fucking guy gave me forty, I used one, and Yahoo bought fucking six so that leaves . . . uh, shit?”

“Thirty-three,” Ran supplied, “and the women are my slaves for thirty-six hours?”

“Hell yeah,” House said.

“And do they remember being my slaves?” Ran asked an obvious question.

“Fuck I don’t know, I’ve never let my fucking bitch get that far,” House said with a smile.

“Then I’ll need more to keep them my slaves,” Ran said and pointed at House, “can you get more?”

“Shit, I don’t fucking know,” House said rubbing his head. House pulled a cordless phone out from behind the couch and punched in a number. “Andy Morton please,” House said for once not swearing and even being polite. “Andy it’s me, look you got any more of that fucking shit Cupid’s Breath? Fuck yeah. I’ve got a fucking guy right here who wants more of the shit.” House lowered the phone to his neck and asked Ran, “How much of the shit do you want?”

“I only have a thousand dollars so seventeen more bottles,” Ran replied doing some quick math in his head.

“How much of that fucking shit you got?” House asked Andy Morton. “Shit, just bring as much fucking shit as you’ve got. Yes now!” House pressed the button on phone, angry. “Fucking asshole’s only got ten more, the fucking looser.”

Ran looked over at the plasma TV and said, “That’s a nice TV.”

“Fuck yeah,” House said getting up off the couch. “I love this fucking thing. Ever fucking thing is clear as a bell. I recorded my bitch the other night doing every fucking thing I told her. She was fucking loving it, because I fucking told her to. I’m thinking of putting that shit on DVD and selling the fucking movies all over this fucking country. I’m thinking of setting up some fucking whores to do some shit to anyone who fucking pays. I’m tired of this fucking shit of dealing.”

“I think I can help you out with that,” Ran said and then shoved House down to the floor knocking the wind out of him. “You’re under arrest!” Ran yelled grabbing House’s right arm and yanking it behind his back before grabbing the other arm. From his pocket Ran pulled out a set of handcuffs that Sheriff Butcher loaned him, and snapped them around House’s wrists.

House started swearing up a storm and then yelled out, “TINA! Wake the fuck up and get your ass down here!”

Ran wasn’t really paying attention as he pulled out his cellular phone. “Hey Drew I got him, and there’s someone by the name of Andy Morton coming with more,” Ran said hearing the house creek and groan as someone upstairs started moving around. “This guy isn’t going anywhere,” Ran replied.

Just then Tina Whetstone came down the stairs and saw House handcuffed on the floor, and Ran standing over him. She was naked and looked like hell. Her hair was a mess, her face had developing bruises, and there were already bruises up and down her pale arms. She looked from Ran to House with a questioning look. House yelled out, “Tina, kill this fucker!”

“Oh shit,” Ran said seeing a murderous rage erupt into Tina’s eyes, “normal completely normal!” Ran tossed the phone aside as Tina threw herself at him, her fingernails like claws going for Ran’s eyes. She shrieked like a wild woman as she lunged at Ran. Ran was about to try and grab her wrists, but thought better of it, and just ducked out of the way as the naked woman went flying for where he had been.

The wooden baseball bat, that Tina had shoved up into her pussy just the day before was next to the door, and Tina grabbed it. She started swinging the bat back and forth in wide arcs at level with Ran’s head. House was on the floor yelling, “Yeah kill the mother fucker!” Tina’s blond hair was getting in her eyes, and she couldn’t see. For once Ran wished that he was the kind of forensics expert that carried a gun.

Just then the dry wood that was the front door splintered open and Drew along with half a dozen sheriff’s deputies were there with their handguns drawn. They watched as Tina again took a swing at Ran, but he ducked out of the way before the wood could connect with his head. “Taser!” Ran yelled ducking from another swing of the bat.

Someone in the back of the crowd raised their taser gun and shot the electrified barbs at Tina’s naked flesh. The electricity arched into her body, with no visible sign other than her jerking from the energy making her muscles convulses. She still held onto the bat, and when the charge was gone from the taser she weakly tried to swing the wooden bat again at Ran’s head. Another taser was shot off and a second set of wires hung from Tina’s flesh as she shook again from the shocks. Mercifully she collapsed onto the floor.

Back at the station Ran was the hero of the day. Everyone was congratulating him on his first arrest. As a forensic scientist he wasn’t the one who arrested the suspects, only told the police who the suspects were. Now, he was being slapped on the back and his hand was constantly being pumped. Andy Morton was caught as he drove down the street to the white farmhouse, and since he had Cupid’s Breath on him, was promptly arrested. Andy started sing as soon as he saw the cops pointing guns at him. He was one of the people who use to work with Peter Long, the inventor of Cupid’s Breath, and moved to Holcomb, where his sister lived, to escape being arrested with the last batch of the drug ever made. Most of the drug was buried in his sister’s back yard, except for a small batch that he sold to House. With everything possessed at the house, Yahoo and Morton singing, Frank B. Carmon a.k.a. House, was going to prison for at least three decades.

“We still have a problem,” Drew said to Ran.

“I know my breath stinks, I can take a hint,” Ran replied.

Drew ignored this, “We’re still missing two bottles of Cupid’s Breath. All we have is a vague description of the guy, white, brown hair, five feet six inches tall, glasses, and in his late teens or early twenties. That’s at least a thousand people on campus right there, and who’s to say he was a college student?”

“There’s always the online directory of students,” Ran suggested, “or we can put this in God’s hands that He will deliver upon us this evil miscreant. If God does not bring us this heinous individual then we should be content with what God wants and not question Him.”

Drew looked at Ran for a moment and then said, “You are going to hell.”

“Absolutely, I’ll see you there,” Ran replied.

4

Holcomb University was sprawled out on top of one of the little hills. There were dorms to the north, the arts to the east, the sciences to the west, and the sports to the south. It was in Green dorm that Jason Simpson was looking at the small bottles of Cupid’s Breath. He adjusted the glasses on his face as he looked at one of the bottles closer. They were reused bottles of breath freshener, and Jason wasn’t sure if what was inside wasn’t just water. Jason was like most nineteen-year-old men, horny as hell. He wanted a woman naked before him with a pussy open for his hard dick. Of course he also had a number of things going against him. First off he was trying to become a research scientist in the field of chemistry, so the few women in his classes were either not interested in dating, or were already with someone they’d never leave. Second off, Jason wasn’t the best looking man in the world, with the thick glasses, short thin body, and a face that would break out into acne at the drop of a hat. There was also the fact that he was very smart; smart enough to be taking senior level classes after starting college the year before, but whoever said that brains were beautiful was an asshole in Jason’s opinion. What Jason needed was an edge on the women, and if the Cupid’s breath even worked a quarter as well as the claim, then he was doing better than he ever was before.

Jason grabbed his books and headed for the library, it was early afternoon, and he wanted to get some work done before his two afternoon classes. The library was the best place to work, it was quiet, and it also had desks that let people work in relative privacy. Jason shrugged off his jacket and slung it over the back of the chair at a desk on the forth floor of the library. He was next to one of the windows, looking down on the rest of the campus. Jason couldn’t stop thinking about the Cupid’s Breath in his pocket. Dreams of being able to just talk to a woman and making her do whatever he wanted sent a shiver down his body, centered at his groin. Jason looked down on some of the students and being able to pick out the females quickly, thinking he could have all of them, if he wanted, if the Cupid’s Breath really worked.

Just as Jason sat down at the desk a door opened. From the stairwell came the one woman that Jason begged a higher power the Cupid’s Breath would work on, Abigail Jones. She was in fact the hottest woman Jason had ever seen in real life. She stood well over six feet tall, and adds to that Jason had never seen her wearing less than three inch heels. Her hair was the color of a penny and bounced around her shoulders like a living extension of her body. Even if the temperature outside was below freezing she still wore a skirt or dress, to show off her amazing legs. Jason stared, waiting for it, and then Abigail opened her jacket and released her amazing breasts, even if they were only B cups, they fit her body perfectly. Three of Jason’s wet dreams resulted from those breasts. Abigail swept down into the chair and in one fluid motion opened the book she had under her arm and started to read at the desk just in front of Jason’s.

Jason couldn’t concentrate. He needed to find out, one way or the other. Did the Cupid’s Breath work, or was it just sugar water? Jason looked at his watch, thirty seconds, the man told him, and Jason wasn’t about to make the mistake of believing him. Jason got ready to move, he wanted to talk to Abigail in less than twenty seconds. Jason dragged up his coat pocket, trying to keep quiet as not to disturb Abigail and she might run off. He fished out one of the bottles and slowly and carefully took off the plastic top. Jason got ready to move as he positioned the tip of the bottle over his tongue. He gently squeezed the bottle until he felt something wet and cool fall upon his tongue. With one motion he screwed the cap back on quickly, stood up already at an angle towards Abigail, and tripped over a leg of the desk.

Jason fell hard on the carpeted floor, his head landing right at Abigail’s chair. A startled Abigail almost dropped her book and looked down at Jason, who was turning around to look up, and see how much damage was done both to his ego, and to his chances of even talking to Abigail. “Are you okay?” Abigail asked looking down at him with concern on her oval face.

“Yeah I’m fine,” Jason said, not realizing the impact those words would have.

Abigail’s face went from lined with concerned to glowing with joy and happiness. Her eyes twinkled with delight and a desire which filled her entire being. “You’re fine,” Abigail said in a dreamy voice like she didn’t even realize she said it. “That’s good, you’re fine. I mean, that, it’s good that nothing was hurt.” Abigail wasn’t sure what was making her feel the way she was. For some reason that man, the guy she enjoyed teasing at the library, was suddenly the most important, anything, in her life. It was then that this reason for her even breathing, didn’t even know her name. “Hi I’m Abigail Jones,” She said as Jason sat up from the ground.

“Jason Simpson,” he said getting to his feet. Abigail couldn’t take her eyes off him. She wouldn’t take her eyes off him. For the past school year she had been teasing him with her body, ever Monday, Wednesday, and Friday she would come to the library, and there he would be. She would mover her hips, and stick out her chest, just to make him cream his pants. Now she wanted to make him cream in her pants.

“If there’s anything I can do for you,” Abigail said, and added a husky tone to her voice, “I do mean anything, please just tell me.”

“I’m just a klutz tripping over my own feet,” Jason said walking to his desk. Looking down at his desk he saw the bottle of Cupid’s Breath, and then it came flooding back to him. He looked up, and there was Abigail staring at him like he’d only seen lovers look. Did it work? Was she his slave? “Abigail,” Jason said thinking of a test real quick, “I did always wonder something about you.”

“Ask away, anything,” Abigail said with joy at even talking to Jason Simpson.

“Well,” Jason said timidly, “I’ve only seen you wear skirts and dresses, even when it’s below freezing outside. I’ve just wondered, why?”

Abigail didn’t want to lie to him, couldn’t lie to him. Just the thought of saying something untrue to Jason created a pain in Abigail that she had never felt before, and never wanted to feel again. “I like the way the wind brushes against my legs, and up my legs, and between my legs,” Abigail said and the pain vanished.

“Do you ever go without panties?” Jason asked. This was closer to a real test. It was something private, and sexual. If she answered the way Jason hoped for, then he was ready to do a real test.

“I sometimes go without panties,” Abigail answered. She felt a rush of heat to her cheeks. It felt so good to be free of any pretenses that she had to follow the rules of social edict.

“Are you wearing panties now?” Jason asked. He felt his body grow warm, and sweat break out on his face. He must have looked hideous sweaty and nervous.

He was the most beautiful man in the world to Abigail’s eyes. It wasn’t just that he was cute with the sweat on his long face and his glasses making his brown eyes even larger and clearer, but that he was showing interest in her. It made Abigail feel warm all over, a good kind of warmth. “Yes I am,” Abigail answered.

“Take them off,” Jason ordered in a stern voice.

Abigail heard the words, and they shook her mind and body. Take off her panties? Well that’s what he told her to do, and the thought of not doing as he told her brought back the pain in her chest worst than when she considered lying to him. A rush of warmth and delight filled her body as she started pulling up her dress. The library was cool, not just to keep the books at a proper temperature and humidity, but also because it was winter in Ohio. Abigail felt the cool air rush over the small hairs around her pussy as she pulled the cotton cloth away from her privates. She slipped the cloth down her legs, feeling the warmth and desire of doing what she was told. Raising her naked legs up so she could take her panties off, she knew that Jason was getting a good look at her pussy.

Jason couldn’t take his eyes off her exposed pussy. He was close to flipping out. Not only did the Cupid’s Breath work, but it worked better than he could ever hope for. He now had a woman, completely at his command.

He could tell her to do something, and she’d do it. There wouldn’t be any wondering if he was going too far. Never again would Jason question if he was good enough for a woman. He would make her think she wasn’t good enough for him. Jason watched as Abigail dropped her panties onto her desk, as if the world hadn’t seen her exposed snatch, they’d now know that it was exposed.

Jason leaned over, still sitting in the wooden chair, even if two legs were up in the air, and picked up the panties. “If you want these back,” Jason said with a mildly evil smile, “you’ll just have to come to my room when class lets out.”

Abigail felt her knees start to shake. The idea of being in the same room as Jason was erotic enough, but in his room was enough for a wetness to mix in with the heat between her legs. She would be with him, before the night was out. “Um, where do you live?” Abigail asked as reserved as possible.

“I live in Green dorm,” Jason replied, “room 319. My last class lets out at three o’clock, so if you want your panties back, or not, be there a little after three o’clock.”

“Okay,” Abigail replied with a wide grin. With desperation found only in people struggling to stay alive she pulled out a pen and quickly wrote Jason’s information.

Jason gathered up his books, he still had plenty of time before his classes, but wanted to leave Abigail, leave her longing for more. Jason was about to leave when Abigail looked up from writing down the information. He leaned in close to her ear and said, “by the way I’d love to see you wearing black, skin tight black.” This was a long term command. If for the next two hours she was still in his thrall she would show up at his room wearing something black and tight. He couldn’t wait. His cock couldn’t wait.

Jason left the library on top of the world. He could have any woman he wanted. They were his for the taking. They were his for . . . Jason stopped and thought for a moment. He had two bottles of Cupid’s breath, and each bottle maybe had five or six drops each. If what the guy told him was true, the effect only lasted a day and a half. That meant that he only had about two and a half weeks of having any woman he wanted. He needed more Cupid’s Breath, and would be damned if he was going to pay twenty bucks a bottle for it. Jason smiled. Being a genius had other advantages. Jason could just make his own Cupid’s Breath.

Before his classes started Jason tried to find information about Cupid’s Breath on the internet, with no results. There was one vague reference to Cupid’s Breath on the drug enforcement agency’s web-site, declaring it illegal. What Jason couldn’t find was the ingredients or procedure in making anything related to Cupid’s Breath. Jason did find a number of ways to make love potions that the makers of the web-sites claim work, but no one even came close to making the claims that Cupid’s Breath had. Jason felt a little defeated. He had a magical potion that no one else seemed to know anything about. At least the government knew it existed, which meant that the stuff was real.

Jason came back from the last class for the week, tired and annoyed. His professor, the one he even worked for as an assistant in the old guy’s laboratory, handed out a mound of homework. Jason still couldn’t believe that he called the assignments he got in college homework, but he still had to do it. Jason was configuring in his mind when he could work on duplicating the Cupid’s Breath when he walked onto the third floor of his dorm and turned down the wide hallway to where his room was, and then saw and remembered Abigail. Jason felt like kicking himself for forgetting about her. There she was, standing next to his door. Jason’s cock flipped up in his pants instantly. Her copper hair was pulled back into a pony tail with a black ribbon. She had on a black jacket, open, to show that the skin tight leotard showed some skin of her cleavage. It was the first time Jason had seen her in anything other than a dress. She was also wearing five inch heel black pumps. A wide smile crossed her face when she saw Jason.

“Hi,” She said as Jason pulled out his keys to unlock his door.

“Hi, yourself,” Jason replied opening his room. It was his room. He was supposed to have a roommate, but the guy had a mental breakdown his first week of his sophomore year, so Jason had the room all alone. Well almost all alone, with Abigail now with him. The ten feet by twenty feet place was picked up, mostly, with books stacked up next to the metal desk that he used for homework, and the other metal desk, which would have been used by his roommate, holding his computer. There was a thirteen inch TV in one corner.

In the other corner was a small ceramic sink with a mirror over it. Jason slept on the bottom bunk of the beds, and used the closet that wasn’t blocked by the bunk beds. Jason tossed his backpack onto the mattress on the top bunk and locked the door behind Abigail.

“Well,” Jason said turning to face the beautiful woman. “Thanks for coming.”

“It was my pleasure,” Abigail responded the only way she could.

“Here let me take your coat,” Jason offered, removing the black jacket from her slim shoulders. She thanked him, and he offered her a chair. “Abigail, I have a question for you, and I’d like you to answer truthfully, please.”

“Okay,” Abigail replied a little nervous. She still didn’t understand why it was she had a nearly uncontrollable desire to do everything Jason told her to do, but at least it felt good to obey.

Jason took a seat on his bed and faced Abigail. “Do you like me,” Jason asked searching her eyes, “even a little? I mean we’ve seen each other all the time and I was wondering if you had any feelings for me.”

Abigail opened her mouth to speak, but then paused to consider the question. When she came up with an answer she just let it come out of her mouth, “I enjoyed your attention. I knew you liked me, or liked my body, but I never found you that attractive. I also like men who assert themselves, but you never even told me your name before today. I guess I didn’t really like you, but I didn’t dislike you either.”

As soon as Abigail took a breath from saying what she felt Jason spoke. “You love me. You love me more than you’ve ever loved someone in your life.

You love me more than you ever imagined it was possible to love someone. You will never, ever, love someone ever again as much as you love me,” Jason said trying to make it as strong of a command as possible.

Emotions are strange and unpredictable, and any scientist from a chemist to a psychologist would say so. Some drugs can manipulate emotions to a degree, but nothing known can control emotions, except for Cupid’s Breath. Abigail gasp in surprise as a burning warmth of pleasure and love exploded in her chest. Her heart went from a steady pace to a rapid fire beat. She felt her body grow hot like under the noonday sun in August. Her pussy, which hadn’t reacted the entire afternoon, flowed with a sodden feeling that she’d only felt with her vibrator. She gazed upon Jason and she loved him. She didn’t even want to try and explain why she felt a passionate desire for the man. She loved Jason with her entire being. “I love you,” She said to Jason like the words were foreign even to her. When she heard herself she tried again, “Oh God I love you.” She sounded like she was about to jump him right there.

“Good,” Jason said standing up and taking the one step to her. He tilted up her chin and leaned down to give her a full kiss on the lips. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and Jason could feel the heat radiating form Abigail. He lifted her up from the chair, even if she did stand over him, and they continued to kiss. His hands slid over the black fabric covering her body, and she moved her long nimble fingers over his small frame.

Jason found the plastic zipper on the back of Abigail’s leotard and pulled it down so he could start to feel her flesh. She felt like warm silk under his fingers, and he wanted more. He wanted more of her body. He wanted more of her obedience. He wanted to slid his hard dick into her wet pussy, and if it wasn’t wet he would tell her to make it wet. Jason pealed the black body wrap off Abigail’s withering body. She pulled on the back of Jason’s T-shirt and slipped it off his head when they broke from their kiss to take a breath. Jason had a narrow boney chest with very few small dark hairs on it, but Abigail’s hands slid up and down his skin in such a sexual manner Jason believed he would climax just by her touch.

Jason pulled back from the lip lock to see the great unveiling. He pulled on the elastic black cloth of Abigail’s leotard until the gap that exposed her cleavage pulled from her flesh. She slipped her arms out of the sleeves and then Jason pulled down on the leotard. There they were the most beautiful breasts Jason had ever seen. Her nipples stood out like steel hard pink spikes from her perfectly shaped mounds jutting from her chest. Like a man unsure if something would burn him Jason timidly touched the soft warm flesh off Abigail’s breasts. He’d never touched another woman’s breasts before, and he liked it. It went from a touch to a caress to he had both of her breasts in his hands and was massaging them like they were bread dough. Jason couldn’t wait to slide his dick between them.

“Get undressed,” Jason ordered, and he slipped off his shoes and the rest of his cloths. He took off his glasses and put them on his desk.

They were both naked. Abigail had shaved her bush off for her last boyfriend, and liked not having hair down there, so she kept it shaved and smooth. She also exercised four times a week to keep her body trim and fit.

She liked her body, and knew that other people like her body. She hoped with every cell she possessed that Jason like her body.

Jason loved her body. He’d seen the pictures of porn stars on the internet, and the babes in the magazines. None of them could compare with the hot sexy goddess before him. Jason was just glad she would believe anything he told her, because he knew he had a horrible body. He was short, and had almost not muscle tone. His erect dick only stood out six inches. With four words he would make sure Abigail would think what he wanted her to think.

“You love my body,” Jason said taking the woman in his arms.

The words registered in Abigail’s mind and a wave of desire washed over her. She eagerly pressed her body against Jason’s. She felt his dick stabbing at her thighs. Then she felt him throw her onto his bed. In a heartbeat he was on top of her, and she loved it. She spread her legs as far as she could to expose her hot wet pussy. Jason didn’t have to be told.

While kissing her breasts and licking her nipples he maneuvered his hot cock to her love slit. She gasp with delight and pleasure mixed with a touch of pain as he entered her. Abigail felt his slid his man meat into her hole, and slide against her love button. She wasn’t sure if she imagined it or not, but she’d swear that Jason’s dick in her body made her see flashes of pure electrically charged sexual desire. She was about to climax simply from that.

Jason knew that he was supposed to pump into her. That’s what the video files on the internet always showed. He slid in her body, not completely out, but not as far as he could go inside her. There was a suction noise from between her legs and that turned Jason on more than seeing her naked. He felt his impending climax and only mildly tried to fight it. For once he didn’t have to stretch for the tissue box. Jason just let himself go. He would be able to do her again and again later.

“When I cum, you cum,” Jason said still sliding in her body.

Abigail didn’t respond she didn’t have a chance to. She felt his hot seed spread into her accepting body. Feeling this she forced her body to reach the peak she was almost at already. Clenching around Jason’s dick her pussy convulsed making her arch her back, and take Jason with her. Her legs tensed up and unable to control herself she felt her mouth open and lost sight when her optical orbs rolled back into her skull. The flashes exploded in her mind, and that’s when the orgasm took hold. Abigail didn’t climax often, she wasn’t really able to except for extreme use from her vibrator, but Jason, the man she loved, was able to bring her to the most intense expression of sexual love. She flopped down onto the bed, releasing Jason’s dick to be slid out, and then her arms and legs shook like paint mixers. Her arms flopped out, and her legs jerked half bent. She quivered on Jason’s bed as the orgasm made her into a shuddering love puppet.

For Jason all of this was new to him. He’d read about women having orgasms, from just moaning a little, to gushing fluid and passing out. He loved having a woman under him in the throws of ecstasy. He loved sliding his dick into her pussy. He loved just having a woman. At that moment Jason vowed that even if it took the next decade he would duplicate Cupid’s Breath, so he would never loose control again.

Abigail cooled down. The orgasmic pulses became less and less frequent. Finally there was one without another. She rolled her head over, the black ribbon that had held her hair together was gone and her coppery hair was spilled out around her head. She looked at Jason with as much love as humanly possible. Abigail loved Jason, and wanted more.

Jason slid out of the bed and stood up, naked in his room. Jason’s member was softening and he would make it hard in a moment, but first he wanted to play with Abigail. Abigail wearily sat up on the bed and with her body still sore from the screwing and resulting orgasm was slow and mildly painful. She put her arms behind her, locking the elbows so her breasts stuck out. She looked at Jason, and brushed her hair out of her face before putting her arm behind her again. She wanted to do anything he told her. She loved him so much.

Jason wanted to play. “Abigail,” Jason said and the distracted attention she had been giving him was now focused on anything he said. He sat down on the chair facing her so he could enjoy the show. “Sleep,” Jason said.

Abigail felt her mind go dark like someone covered up the light in her mind. Her muscles instantly relaxed and with no resistance her eyes closed.

She was asleep before her body fell on the bed. Jason loved it. It was power. Jason had the power over her, extreme and god like power. As she slumbered on his bed, her chest and those sensual breasts gently rising and falling, Jason still wanted to play.

“Abigail, wake up,” Jason said and her eyes fluttered open.

She acted like she’d been asleep for hours instead of only a few moments. She looked around and then at Jason, and a wide smile filled her face. Jason smiled too. “Sleep,” he commanded. Again Abigail’s eyes closed and her body slumped onto the bed. Jason’s dick was filling up again with passionate blood. His control over her was making him so horny he would be sliding his dick between her breasts very soon.

She was sleeping with a smile on her face, a peaceful and delighted smile. Jason couldn’t resist. “Abigail, wake up,” Jason commanded. Again Abigail opened her eyes and not getting up looked around and saw Jason. She sat up, using an arm to brush her hair away from her face. She wanted to gaze upon her lover.

“Abigail, sleep,” Jason said, and planned on following it up with another command, but she was already out cold. She slumped onto the bed like a person dropping a bag of sexual sand. When she fell onto the bed Abigail was oblivious to the world around her. Jason realized that he would have to plan his commands out a little in advance. Jason was getting slightly tired of this game when he said, “Abigail, wake up.” Abigail never tired of waking up to see Jason sitting there, naked, with his hardening dick. She loved hearing his voice and doing whatever he told her to do.

She loved him even more when he told her, “Abigail, when I snap my fingers you will immediately go to sleep and you will not wake up until I lick your pussy.” Abigail didn’t even have a chance to respond to her naked lover when he raised his right hand and snapped his fingers. Her mind went black, and there was nothing but a warm loving desire for Jason.

Jason watched her slump over again and he was ready to test her out. “Abigail, wake up,” Jason said and her silent slumbering form only breathed on. He cleared his throat and said again with more force and louder, “Abigail, wake up.” A strand of her copper hair moved as she breathed slowly in her sleep. Jason kneeled before her face and said in a commanding tone, “Abigail, as your master and lover I order you to wake up.” She didn’t stir. Jason lifted her arm and let it drop to the bed, limp and unresponsive.

“Abigail you love to suck my cock. Sucking my dick is just as good as getting fucked by me. You find irresistible the desire to suck my cock. You want to give me a blow job every time you see me. When I shoot my load in your mouth, you’ll also have an orgasm. Abigail, you want my cock so bad I want you to wake up right now and give me a blow job,” Jason said. Abigail slumbered on, but did smack her lips.

Jason moved onto the bed, laying next to her, and fondled her body. He touched her skin, feeling the muscle and bone underneath. He played with her breasts, licking each of her nipples. He turned her head to face him, and she gave a quiet moan of delight when he kissed her on the lips, but she didn’t stir. Jason lifted the lids of each of her eyes and sat the dark look of someone deeply sleeping. He lifted one of her legs and tickled the bottom of her foot. She stirred, but was still asleep when she kicked out. Jason let the leg go, and went for the real test. He put his fingers between her legs, and felt the warm sticky slit that was there. Jason slipped his fingers into her body, and she stirred, but remained snoozing. Jason had read about where women had their G-spot, and from earlier he had a pretty good idea where it was on Abigail.

A bundle of nerve tissue on the inside of her body was all that the G-spot was. It was sensitive and wired directly to the sexual portion of a person’s mind. A stimulation of the nerve tissue made the person believe they were having sex and thus with the proper manipulation would cause a person to climax. That’s what Jason was going for, making Abigail climax in her sleep. Jason felt around inside the muscle lined cavity, and started pressing around on the front of the love tube. According to the literature usually a woman’s G-spot was up against her pelvis, so that’s where Jason started pressing. He hit it on his third try. Jason knew he got it when Abigail’s legs and arms jerked. He pressed again, and Abigail let out a low moan of pleasure. With a sadistic smile on his face Jason began to rub that spot with his fingertips. Abigail withered with sexual delight, both moving away and forcing her body against Jason’s manipulating digits. Jason increased the pace of his fingers and felt Abigail’s body clench, ready to climax, and then without warning, after only ten seconds of rubbing her G-spot Abigail’s sleeping form climaxed.

He loved it. Jason kneeled next to Abigail’s quivering body, and enjoyed the power over her. Most women would have woken up by now, according to what he had read, but she was still sleeping as her legs and arms spasmodically jerked. Her pussy let out a small stream of fluid mixed with Jason’s seed. She rolled over onto her side, exposing her beautifully unblemished rear as the last of her convulsions gripped her body and then let go. She snoozed on oblivious to what just happened.

Jason rolled off the bed and extracted the bottles of Cupid’s Breath from his coat pocket. He needed to hide at least one of them so he would have a secret stash. It was important to him to hide what he could. He couldn’t explain it, but he needed to. Jason looked around and tried to imagine where he could hide the bottle. Under the beds was too obvious. The ceiling tiles didn’t come out easily, and would leave obvious evidence that it had been moved. He considered the light fixture, but was unsure what the heat of the bulb would do to the Cupid’s Breath. Then Jason looked at the metal desks, and their hollow legs. The feet on the legs of the metal desks were screwed on, so the desks could be leveled out if needed. The feet could also be screwed off. Jason tipped the desk he used for homework up, and unscrewed the foot on the back left leg of the desk. There was just enough room in the hollow pipe on the leg to slide in the small bottle of Cupid’s Breath. Jason screwed the foot back on the desk, and adjusted it until the desk was level. Now he felt better that there was a back up in case something happened to the bottle of Cupid’s breath he was going to test.

Jason looked over at the sleeping form of his sexually charged slave. It was time for some fun. He came over to Abigail’s sleeping body and rolled her onto her back. He pulled her terrific legs apart and moved his face to her shaved pussy. Jason blew on her sensitive flesh and Abigail gave a shudder of delight. Jason breathed in her scent, the odor of lust and release. Then, like she was some kind of ice cream cone, Jason slid his tongue the full length of Abigail’s pussy. She shuddered with delight as her eyes opened and she raised her head to look over her breasts to see Jason there between her legs.

“So,” Jason said testing her, “what do you want to do now?”

Abigail loved him so much. “I want to do whatever you want to do,” she replied with a puppy dog in love smile.

“In that case stand up,” Jason said rolling off the bed and into the desk chair to watch Abigail stand up in the middle of the small bedroom. Jason couldn’t get over her figure, and the fact it was all his. She stood there, looking at Jason, waiting to be told what she could do for her lover. Jason couldn’t decide what he wanted to do first. He picked on an old favorite. “Abigail,” Jason said and she smiled wider, “do jumping jacks until I tell you to stop.”

“Okay,” she quickly said. She jumped up spreading her legs wide. Her pussy exposed for Jason to see and her long lovely legs out and opened for him. At the same time she spread her legs she raised her arms high up over her head, and slapped them together as soon as her feet touched the floor. Abigail’s breasts bounced and knocked together in a wild chaotic pattern as Abigail jumped again. She closed her legs in the air, and she could feel the sticky remains of their previous lovemaking between them, and loved Jason all the more. At the same time she lowered her arms and smacked them against her thighs. Her breasts bounced around more in a wildly sexual chaos as her coppery hair bounced up and down in a wave around her head.

Jason loved it. She was doing naked jumping jacks in his room, all because he told her to. He had power over her now, so much power that she wouldn’t stop moving until he told her to. That was the kind of power Jason didn’t want to loose. As a supreme act of power he turned his back on his slave. Jason could hear the rhythmic slapping of her hands and the wind from her moving appendages, and it gave him a thrill that she still obeyed him even when he wasn’t watching her. Jason started to think about what kinds of tests he needed to be able to duplicate Cupid’s Breath. He put on his glasses and extracted a sheet of paper and started writing down equipment and tests he would need, baring in mind that he only had a limited supply of the substance.

Jason wrote down the last test he could think of to find out the structure and components of Cupid’s Breath, and realized it had gotten dark. The lights outside were on and Jason was glad that he had turned on his light when he entered. Then he remembered Abigail, and with a shock realized he had gotten used to the regular clapping of her hands. Jason turned around in his chair and saw Abigail smile wide when she noticed he was looking at her. She was also dripping sweat off her body onto the carpet. She continued to do her jumping jacks even thou she looked exhausted. Her eyelids were heavy and her coppery hair stuck to her sweat covered face and body.

“Okay stop,” Jason said concerned for her well being for the first time that night. Abigail let her arms drop to her side and she stopped jumping. She slumped over, still standing, breathing hard. Her thighs were bright red where she had been slapping herself, and her palms still stung from slapping them together. In Abigail’s mind her lover was just encouraging her to keep her beautiful body for him to admire, and she loved him for it.

“Wow you look exhausted,” Jason said pointing out the obvious.

“I am tired,” Abigail stated.

Jason wanted to try something. “No you’re not,” he said and Abigail looked up at him. “You’re not tired at all. You’re wide awake like you’d just had three cups of cappuccino.”

The fog that had been clouding Abigail’s mind blew away and she was focused and charged on Jason. The fatigue she had felt just moments before was gone like alcohol evaporating. She was wide awake and eager to perform for her lover.

“Lick your nipples,” Jason said. The command surprised even him. He just thought of something that he wanted to see her do. He wanted to see her do a number of things and this was just one of them.

Abigail lifted her breasts and felt a sexual charge when her long slick tongue flicked her nipple. Her pussy was on fire as well as hot from the exercising and the desire to do whatever her lover told her to do. She circled the nipples on her breasts with her tongue, making the hard flesh buds slick and shiny. Abigail flicked them with her tongue and the surge of passionate energy went directly between her legs. She cupped her breasts, kissing and licking her nipples. She suctioned onto her right breasts and tasted her own body. Abigail let go and then gripped her left nipple in her teeth and ran her tongue along the flesh.

“Okay that’s enough,” Jason said and stood up. Abigail let her breasts drop and she watched Jason stand up. She knew it was her imagination, but he seemed taller to her. He took off his glasses and gently pushed her onto the bed again. “I think it’s time I gave your breasts as much attention as you did,” Jason joked and Abigail smiled wide. She grabbed her breasts and pushed them together.

Jason’s dick was already hard, but not as hard as it had been. He straddled Abigail’s body and tried to slide his dick between her mounds of chest flesh. He couldn’t quite get his member between her mounds. What he needed was lubrication.

“Suck my dick,” Jason ordered. Abigail looked like a fish as her mouth made a hole for Jason to slide into. She’d sucked two men off in her life, but now, for the first time, she really felt like she wanted to. His hot meat filled her mouth, and she tasted his salty flesh. She slobbered all over his rod, giving it a good slick coat of saliva. Jason rocked back and forth in Abigail’s mouth, and she found that so erotic that her eyes rolled back into her head with the ecstasy she felt. Abigail was sure she could climax just by giving Jason a blowjob.

Jason pulled out with an audible pop, and saw his dick dripping with Abigail’s spit. He moved back to slide his hard hot slick dick between her breasts. She squeezed her mounds together and let out a moan when she slipped between them. Abigail knew that she was giving her lover pleasure, which made her feel pleasure, even if there was barely anything to give her erotic pleasure. Jason was loved it. He slid in and out of her breasts. He was out to where his head was between her breasts, and then in to where the tip poked through the other side. The stimulation of the warm breast flesh around his hard member was more than enough. Jason poked through the other side of Abigail’s breasts and shot his load all over her face. It wasn’t a large stream, or even a thick one, but the white sprayed all over her oval face, and she loved it. She let go of her breasts and smeared the stuff all over, giving her face an even coat.

Jason was spent. He rolled back on the bed, so he was leaning in the corner of the closet and wall. He rested his head as he recovered from the ordeal. He was done. His sex drive was out of gas for a while. Abigail looked up at him. His white seed smeared around her face, and seemed to collect around her eyes. She smiled at him like she’d never smiled at anyone before.

“I think I’m done,” Jason said with a dry throat.

“Done,” Abigail repeated and then a flash of terror filled her mind. “You’re not done with me are you?”

“No, no, oh God no,” Jason said for a moment concerned for how Abigail felt about him. “I’d never be done with you. I love you.” Jason then realized what he had just said. Did he love her? He really didn’t know much about her. “Abigail, why don’t you clean up in the sink over there and tell me a little about yourself.”

Abigail sat up and seemed to notice the sink in the corner for the first time. “Okay,” she said feeling a rush of love knowing that Jason wanted more from her than just her body. She talked while getting the water to the right temperature. “I was born in Dayton, Ohio and grew up in a small city not far from there called Huber Heights. I came to HU to get away from my parents mostly. I know they love me, but they shouldn’t make my choices for me. They wanted me to use my beauty and skill with a pencil to become an artist, like them. I would rather use my body and brains to go into business, and make big money deals.”

Abigail started washing her face with the slim bar of yellow soap that Jason had on the corner of the sink. “I’ve got this year and next before I graduate and then have to start looking for a job,” Abigail continued. “I guess it’s not much of a future, but I have a different view on things than most people do. Some people believe that to help people they should give their money to them no questions asked. I suppose that’s one way. I believe that if you really want to help people, give them a job. Let them earn money to provide for themselves and then they won’t have to ask people for money.”

“Your right Abigail,” Jason said looking at Abigail’s butt, “most people don’t see it that way.” Jason’s eyes were immediately drawn to Abigail’s breasts as she started washing them. “So what else makes you unique?”

Abigail shrugged her shoulders making her slick and glossy breasts rise and fall. “Well my favorite color is green. I love hearing any piece of music with a violin in it. I enjoy swimming, which is typically how I exercise. This may sound odd, but to relax, or just for fun, I like to play darts. Oh and that reminds me I have to break up with Jack.”

“Jack,” Jason repeated with all other thoughts slipping away. “Who’s Jack?”

“Oh, he was my boyfriend,” Abigail said drying herself with Jason’s hand towel. “The guy’s an asshole. All he ever did was drink and try and screw me. He never even asked me about myself, not like you.” Abigail turned to Jason and tossed the hand towel onto the sink. “Jason,” she said in a sexy sultry voice as she swayed her hips taking the three steps to him, “I love you.” She leaned down and gave him a full kiss on the lips.

Jason’s heart was beating like a jackhammer. He stood up and wrapped his arms around her and they kissed long and lovingly. There was something there, like an odd colored thread, but there. Jason felt something for Abigail. It was something that wasn’t just sexual passion, but very close. With a shock Jason realized what it was. “I love you too,” Jason said grasping that thread that seemed out of place. He did have feelings for her.

“So,” Abigail said standing there, naked. She looked around and asked, “What about you?”

“Me?” Jason said a little surprised. No one asked about him. He wasn’t even sure if there was anything to say. “Well I guess you could call me a genius,” Jason said grabbing his pants from where he tossed them and shrugged them on. “I skipped a number of grades in school, and graduated from high school at sixteen. My parents encouraged me to take a year off and see the world, but in fact I got a nearly fulltime job working for a chemical company. That focused my mind on chemistry as a career, so I started college last year, was able to skip a number of glasses. I got a job as a laboratory assistant, and if everything goes well I’ll graduate this spring.”

“Yeah,” Abigail said touching Jason’s body and sensually looking at him, “but what makes the real you?”

Jason swallowed hard. He’d never been close to any woman, not in the sense of a relationship, so he wasn’t use to it. There was unease about him when he was around a beautiful woman, and that didn’t go away even if she was his slave. “The real me, well I guess you could say I’m boring,” Jason admitted, and Abigail laughed. “I read books, do homework. I don’t drink. I rarely watch anything other than science programs. I don’t go out because I don’t drink and can’t associate with most people. I guess I’m boring.”

“You’re not boring,” Abigail said and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “You just enjoy things other people wouldn’t.”

Jason just blinked and then said, “Maybe we should get dressed.”

Abigail smiled and asked, “Does that mean I can have my panties back?” Jason forgot about them. He unzipped his backpack and pulled them out, wrinkled twisted and dirty. He handed them over to Abigail. She opened the panties and looked at them, and then at Jason, and she smiled at him. “Do you want me to put them on?”

Jason swallowed, he kept forgetting that she had to do what he told her to do, but there was something there. He wanted her body, he wanted to screw her, but he also wanted her to have her own mind. There was a personality there he didn’t want to destroy, just focus on him. “Do I want you to put them on,” Jason said clarifying the question, “No. I don’t want you to put them on.”

“Then I won’t,” Abigail said tossing them over her shoulder, like she didn’t care. She slipped on her leotard while Jason pulled on his cloths. Jason was dressed when Abigail asked for a little help zipping up the back of her black body suit. There was something suggestive about that. Being a gentleman he didn’t even know he was Jason walked Abigail out of the dorm.

“I live over there in Yellow dorm room 238,” Abigail said pointing across the way to another brick building.

“I’ll walk you over,” Jason offered.

“That’s sweet,” Abigail said, “but it’s cold and you don’t have your jacket.”

“Abigail,” Jason said nervous, “how about lunch tomorrow?”

“I’d love it,” Abigail immediately responded. “When and where?”

“Well,” Jason remembered his track record with lunches, “how about this, when it gets to be lunch time just come to Hancock Hall, down into the basement, and pound on room twelve.”

“Room twelve at twelve,” Abigail repeated and smiled. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Abigail,” Jason said and it just felt right, “I love you.”

A smile and Abigail’s eyes filled almost to overflowing with tears of joy when she said with a frog in her throat, “I love you too.” A quick kiss on the lips and Abigail tore herself away from her lover.

Jason went back to his room, which smelled of sex, and sat down to do some homework. Jason got through one assignment and sat back. He could see how Abigail could enjoy a quick game of darts between assignments. It would be a good way to relax. Thoughts of Abigail and the fact she had to obey him flooded back into his mind. She only loved him because he told her to love him. When the Cupid’s Breath wore off at around midnight Saturday, she would be back to her old self, and that didn’t bode well for Jason. He glanced over at his clock. It was only eight in the evening. The night was still young, and he still had plenty of time to get to the lab and start working on duplicating Cupid’s Breath. Jason grabbed his stuff and checked to make sure he had the bottle of Cupid’s Breath in his pocket and headed for Hancock Hall.

5

Ran and Drew stood in the hospital’s emergency room. There was a somber and sour feeling around the white room with its white walls, white floors, white lights, and white drapes around the beds. The two men kept staring at Tina Whetstone. She was in the bed surrounded by monitoring equipment that didn’t seem necessary since it was clear she was in agony. Her heart monitor was constantly beeping that she was in the danger zone. Her EEG showed brainwaves that looked like a typhoon was going on in her skull. She was in a hospital dressing gown, but the way her body was twisting and distorting the printed cloth had ripped at the ties in back and now just draped over her body. Padded leather restraints kept her ankles and wrists from moving more than a few inches, and the belts were being strained so much Drew could easily see them tearing free. A white plastic tube was down her throat into her lungs and it led out the middle of a mouthpiece that was taped into Tina’s jaw, yet still she tried to scream past it.

“And this is with sedation and muscle relaxants,” Ran said as Tina jerked again on the arm restraints causing the entire bed to rattle and shake.

“I still can’t believe that she’s really asleep,” Drew answered.

“I wouldn’t believe it myself if it wasn’t for the EEG,” Doctor Otto Smith said coming up to the two men. He was a simple man, who looked remarkably normal. His hair was gray, bald in back and worn short. His glasses were thin and gold wire rimmed. There was a slight gut on him, but nothing so radical to call him fat. He just looked like a normal forty year old doctor who was over worked.

Doctor Smith looked around. There were few nurses around and even fewer patients. The hospital ER wasn’t doing much business that early in the evening. It would pick up when the bars closed down and the drunks came out. He dropped his voice when he spoke again, “I’ve been in contact with the DEA about the treatment for someone exposed to Cupid’s Breath.” He looked around again to see if anyone had heard him, no one had. “Apparently they don’t know much about what it does to someone’s mind. This gives us an invaluable chance to try out new treatments for the new cases that will be coming in.”

“To be honest doctor,” Drew said, “we don’t know how many new cases will be coming in.”

“Well I’m under the impression that this Cupid’s Breath is a secret,” Doctor Smith said, “and the better the treatment the quieter the patient will be. I don’t want to sound callous but Miss Whetstone here could possibly save some lives.”

“Smith, listen to yourself,” Ran said pointing at the man. “That pounding you hear is your heart, you have one. Don’t remove it just so you can kill this woman with your experiments. Never mind the fact that at the moment she’s in no position to consent to your suggestions, and her parents want her to live, you can’t just play with her like she’s a new toy. If we’re lucky she’ll be the only one that comes in here, and you won’t have to worry about new patients with Cupid’s Breath syndrome.”

Doctor Smith snorted his contempt and left the two men to watch the woman jerk on the bed. Drew leaned over and said, “You don’t really believe that there won’t be more people coming in here do you?”

“I can dream, of a number of things, like a coconut as the key stone for an arch that holds up a space shuttle full of plankton,” Ran stated sounding serious.

Drew didn’t bother responding to that. “Well at least she’s not trying to kill you anymore,” Drew commented.

“Yeah, that was the way we knew she was coming out of the Cupid’s Breath,” Ran offered. “Any luck on finding the guy with the glasses?”

“Not yet,” Drew stated, not taking his eyes off Tina. “We looked through every student photo ID from freshman to junior and got nothing. I’m thinking that we have the age wrong. Maybe he was younger and was just hanging around the university to scope out some hot chicks. I’m swinging by the high schools and getting yearbook pictures to see if the guy is really a senior in high school.”

Ran was about to say something when the heart monitor caught his attention.

“Oh shit,” he said and looked out to find Doctor Smith pulling closed a white curtain around another bed. Ran quickly ran over to the curtain and yelled out, “Doctor Smith we need you over at Tina’s bed, now.”

“I’m busy,” Doctor Smith commented.

“Her blood pressure is dropping,” Ran stated.

There was a pause and then Doctor Smith came of the curtained area and walked calmly over to where Tina was. He looked from her feet up to her head and then at the heart monitor. His eyes went wide and started yelling at the nurses. Ran and Drew did the only thing they could, get out of the way.

Two hours later Tina wasn’t resisting her bonds. She wasn’t doing anything at all. She was dead. Doctor Smith came up to Drew and Ran looking annoyed and irate. Sweat dotted his forehead and there were white spots from something on his glasses. He sighed looking at Drew and Ran. “I pronounced Tina Whetstone dead at one oh five this morning. The cause of death is a rupture in the Gastric aorta which was too wide and long to be repaired in time,” Doctor Smith sighed again. “Honestly, I don’t think any treatment I could dream up would have saved her life.”

“It’s not your fault,” Drew pointed out.

“No, but I don’t want to ever have to go through that again,” Doctor Smith said with a touch of anger. “It’s bad enough your patient is dying before you, but when they’re also thrashing around when you’re trying to save their life, is horrible. Promise me one thing. You’ll make sure no one ever uses this Cupid’s Breath ever again.”

“We won’t rest until we do,” Drew promised.

Out in the parking lot of the hospital Drew and Ran were walking to their respective cars. “I’m going to bed,” Ran said.

“You sleep, that surprises me,” Drew joked.

“Any and all hyperactivity I possess comes from a good four hours of rest,” Ran replied. “Who knows maybe I’ll dream up something that’ll help us find the two missing bottles of Cupid’s Breath?”

Drew smiled, knowing better. “Well I might as well get some sleep too. There’ll be time tomorrow to do the paperwork on charging Frank Carmon with the death of Tina Whetstone.”

“Death by Cupid’s Breath,” Ran tried out the phrase. “I just wonder if the guy with the two bottles of Cupid’s Breath even knows about what happens when a person’s goes through withdraw.”

6

When Jason’s eyes started to tear up from how tired he was, he knew it was time to go to sleep. The lab was quiet and dark, and full equipment. It had everything he needed to figure out what Cupid’s Breath was, and he hoped the means to duplicate it. Well past midnight Jason was more than ready to get some sleep. At least he had come closer to figuring out what Cupid’s Breath was. Apparently the smell from the drug, when mixed with human saliva was picked up by the human nose their mind was very receptive to that person’s voice. So Jason had figured out that the Cupid’s Breath wouldn’t work over the phone, and he would have to be relatively close to his subject. That didn’t help in figuring out what Cupid’s Breath was, but at least he learned how it worked, without loosing any of the precious drugs.

Jason did figure out that Cupid’s Breath was a basic solution and was poisonous in large quantities. If he used Cupid’s Breath more than six-teen times in one day there was a good chance he would have serious brain damage.

He also found that the solution could not be diluted. It was one long chain, not a mixture of different chemicals. This was going to make it hard to duplicate. The tests showed that there were ten chemicals, where eight to four chemicals of those ten that when mixed could make Cupid’s Breath. Jason was able to eliminate two of the chemicals right off since they were not clear, and would make Cupid’s Breath either green or orange. Still Jason had eight different possible chemicals, and then one hundred thirty-six different ways of mixing the chemicals in the correct proportions in the correct ways. Jason would worry about it in the morning.

Jason came into his dark room to the only light being the blinking red one on his answering machine. Jason didn’t even turn the overhead light on as he pressed the button on the machine to hear the messages while he undressed for bed.

The time of the message was two minutes past nine. “Hi Jason,” Abigail’s sultry voice slid from the speaker on the machine. There was an almost physical feeling of lust and sexuality floating through the air. “I just wanted to call and tell you I’m thinking about you, and your body, dream of me.” The machine beeped ending the message, and Jason considered saving the message and thought better of it.

The time on the message was six minutes past nine. “YOU SON OF A BITCH!” Was the start of the second message on Jason’s answering machine. “I don’t know what the fuck you did to Abbey but I swear I’m going to kill you if I even think I see you together you fucking asshole!” Jason wondered who that was, and guesses it was Jack, Abigail’s former boyfriend. Jason didn’t have to think about what happened. Abigail called Jack to break it off. Then Abigail called Jason to tell him that she loved him. Then Jack called Jason with the threat. Jason made sure that the door was locked and went to sleep.

Jason did dream about Abigail. In his dream state there was Abigail, naked, sexually prone and he was sliding into her. Then she started screaming at him, belittling him, and saying what a looser he was. Out of no where came a plump baby with wings and a bow and arrow in his arms. The baby shot Abigail with the arrow and suddenly her screaming stopped. They were screwing again.

The dream came back to Jason in the shower, and he didn’t have to be a genius to figure out what it meant. The only way to make sure that Abigail loved him was to recreate the Cupid’s Breath. Jason was back in the lab by eight in the morning. Jason was able to do some of his homework assignments while the analyses of his combinations were being tested. Deep down Jason knew that he shouldn’t feel bad that the tests came out negative, but he did feel bad. He had to use one of his precious drops of Cupid’s Breath to check his analysis, and that was more time taken away from Abigail if he couldn’t duplicate the drug.

There was a rapping and then a pounding upon the laboratory’s door. It broke Jason out of his deeps thoughts about Cupid’s Breath and the configuration. With a quick glance at the clock he smiled. Opening the door there was Abigail, fresh and bright and beautiful as ever. She had on a black knee length dress, a black blouse on unbuttoned down to show off her black bra pushing her perfect breasts up. She had her hair hanging loose around her smiling face. “Good God you’re beautiful,” Jason stupidly said.

Abigail laughed and grabbed his arm. “Food time,” she merrily sang and Jason had just enough time to grab his jacket before being pulled out of the door. The two sat down at the food court’s nicer wooden tables and talked while they ate. Abigail talked about how men were always hitting on her, and never learning about the real her, and how she didn’t like horses or ponies like other girls. Jason talked about how people always looked at him differently knowing that he was smarter than them, and how it unnerved teachers and professors who would get something wrong and Jason would point it out.

They finished lunch and walked arm in arm through the student union. Jason told Abigail about the call her had threatening his life, and she said it probably was Jack. The walked past the theater in the union and Jason glanced over at the poster advertising what was going on. That night was a string quartet performing at eight. Jason saw the violin and went straight to the booth where a board student agonized over a physics book.

“Two tickets for the concert tonight,” Jason said pulling out his wallet. The student looked up and quoted a price and Jason eagerly forked over the money. Jason came back to Abigail, who was smiling so wide Jason could swear the ends of her lips went beyond her ears.

“What?” Jason asked knowing he was being left out of the joke.

Abigail gave a small chuckle and said, “I got a ticket for the concert already. I got it for Sunday, when tickets are one-third off. But it’s nice you were thinking of me. I’ll just give my ticket to my roommate and that way she’ll be out of my room tomorrow, so we can be in my room. Am I being too vague for you?”

Jason laughed this time and said, “Not at all. I’ll pick you up around seven tonight, maybe have dinner beforehand and then be taken to another place by the sounds of strings.”

Abigail leaned down and gave Jason a kiss on the lips, and the kiss became more involved. They were holding each other close, closer, and to the point the only thing getting in the way were their cloths.

“Get a room or let me get my video camera,” a student called out.

Abigail and Jason broke off, both embarrassed and blushing. They both gave a quick peck, and parted ways.

7

The sky was clear and the air cool yet still. The field of previously frozen grass was the perfect platform to launch some rockets. Sleek and slim with pointed nose cones and three tail fins for stability. The rockets were weapons of destruction, if they weren’t made of plastic and only four inches high. When Christmas presents are given, they have to be used. Ran was the launch commander that day to relax a little with his coworkers and their kids. Donna’s two boys were launching the rockets to see which would go further. Ellen had her two kids out because her boy wanted to see how high his super rocket with three stages could shoot his GI Joe action figure. Ellen’s daughter was content to ride her small bicycle around since that summer she had just gotten her training wheels off.

“So it’s a bust, a complete and total bust, and not a shapely bust either,” Ran was saying while Donna’s boys packed the engine fusses into their rockets.

“Drew will figure something out. I have faith in him,” Donna replied.

Ran and Ellen just stared at her. “Christ woman why haven’t you two just started living together?” Ellen asked.

Donna shrugged. “I love him, but I’m not sure we’re ready to be together constantly,” Donna replied and then couldn’t resist a jab of her own. “It’s kind of like Betty and Ran.”

“Were they the ones who went up the hill to fetch a pail of water, or the two kids that were almost cooked by an old woman who couldn’t figure out the difference between a boy’s finger and a stick?” Ran asked scratching his head.

“Yes why aren’t you two together more?” Ellen asked the crazy young man.

“Well suturing our hips together was an idea I proposed but Betty said it would ruin her figure,” Ran replied. “In truth, or as much as you’ll get out of me, we enjoy spending time together, but not too much that Betty starts questioning her sanity.”

At that moment Drew started bouncing his jeep to the gravel parking lot next to the field. He got out with a red plastic cooler and started hulling it out to where the crowd was. The kids perked up and ran over to him, mostly for the fact that in the cooler were soda pops and sandwiches. Drew dragged the cooler, with Ellen’s little girl riding on top of it, out to where the parents and Ran stood.

“Hi,” Drew said giving Donna a kiss on the cheek. “I haven’t missed the launches yet have I?”

“We were waiting for the lunches before the launches,” Ran replied and then said, “wow that sounded stupid even in my ears.”

The kids dug into the ice and the plastic wrapped subs and sandwiches while the adults stood back and hoped not to get in their way. Those kids could be ferocious when someone is in between their mouth and a soda pop. Drew stepped back and asked Ran, “So any ideas on how to find out who has the Cupid’s Breath?”

“Other than putting out flyers offering to pay with money and lots of it, no,” Ran replied.

“Why not just follow the women?” Ellen offered. “A horny white guy will take all the sexy babes first, and as we all know white men go though women like water through fishing net, check the hospitals and see who the women have been in contact with.”

“I think the point is to get to the user before the victims are admitted to the hospital,” Donna leaned over to say.

“We were hoping to stop this guy before there were even victims,” Drew replied and snatched a second sandwich out of Donna’s oldest boy’s hand. “One sub sandwich each, that was what we agreed on,” Drew told him.

“Mom,” he cried out.

Donna just crossed her arms and looked at her son. “One each, you knew that when you put your order in, besides we have left over lasagna at home, your favorite,” Donna replied.

“Yeah left over,” he replied stomping off.

“Were we ever like that as children?” Drew wondered out loud.

“You were,” Ran said.

“Yeah, Ran is still a child,” Ellen joked.

“Back to brain storming,” Ran wanted to change the subject, “if anyone has any other ideas besides flyers being put up around campus I’d love to hear it. I’d also love to hear a sexy woman calling out my name while wearing only pantyhose.”

“You or the woman wearing pantyhose,” Donna asked.

“I’m not going to dignify that with a response like the one I’m making right now,” Ran replied smacking his ass with an open palm.

“Just make sure that you specify that you’re looking for something other than the makeup Cupid’s Breath,” Donna offered.

Ran and Drew looked at each other and they both shrugged. “Cupid’s Breath is also makeup?”

“Dumb white people,” Ellen murmured.

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8

Jason was close, so very close. He could feel it, or at least feel the heat coming off of the GCMS as it ran his latest sample. Between the GCMS and the x-ray diffraction readings Jason could figure out if what he was making just happened to be Cupid’s Breath, without possible poisoning his own body or giving other people a nervous breakdown. Jason looked at the readout again, and sighed. He didn’t even half to look at the previous readings from his known Cupid’s Breath to know that it wasn’t right. All the chemical components were there, but they were in the wrong order.

Jason tried not to look at the clock, but did anyhow. It was six, which meant he had one hour before he had to pick up Abigail for the concert. That gave him just enough time to test out another possible combination. On a hotplate Jason carefully poured out the precise measurements of the different chemicals, stirring all the way, and making the concoction simmer, but not boil. Jason was sure that the Cupid’s Breath had to be hot, but not so hot that it boiled. Jason cooked up another batch and set it aside so the chemical cocktail could cool down, and Jason went back to doing one of his homework assignments.

After a few minutes Jason put his experiment through the machines and waited. In a few minutes the results came out. It wasn’t Cupid’s Breath. With a defeated sigh Jason packed it in, turning off the machines and putting away the chemicals. Jason swung by the small student store on his way from the lab and picked up a rose. He went back to his dorm, had a quick shower and shave before putting on his nicer cloths, checking to make sure he had his bottle of Cupid’s Breath, and heading over to Yellow dorm room 238. Jason heard two women talking when he knocked on the door a few minutes before seven.

“Who is it?” A voice other than Abigail’s called out. For a moment Jason was afraid he had the wrong room.

“Jason Simpson,” Jason said even if he was sure the woman was looking at him through the spy hole in the door.

The woman who opened the door appeared as if she could bench press a truck, which had a compact car inside, as well as a dozen clowns. She was tall with broad shoulders and clearly visible muscles. Her brown hair was cut short in a spiked fashion and for some reason it unnerved Jason to see she didn’t need to wear a bra since she didn’t appear to have any breasts. She wore a sleeveless T-shirt and cut off sweat pants showing very muscular legs to go with her arms. Looming over Jason she looked him up and down before turning behind her and saying, “Oh you’ve got to be kidding me. You dumped Jack for him?”

“Behave,” Abigail said pushing her roommate out of the doorway. Abigail was stunning in her black dress. It was scooped in front to show off her cleavage, and tied in back just enough to cover her rear, but show off just about everything above. A long slit on the side showed black pantyhose on her long legs and she was wearing three-inch heels. Jason resisted the force of gravity on his jaw.

“I know I’m early,” Jason said handing the rose to Abigail.

Abigail smiled and sniffed it, giving her roommate a knowing look. “Jason it’s beautiful,” Abigail said. “You didn’t have to bring me a rose. My old boyfriend never gave me flowers of any kind.” Abigail’s roommate just rolled her eyes. “Jason I’d like you to meet my roommate and good friend Karen West.”

“Pleased to meet you,” Jason said offering his hand to Karen.

“Pleased to meet the person Abbey dumped the hottest guy around for,” Karen replied.

“Karen!” Abigail said in offence.

“Oh come on, he looks so weak I could probably take him out with one punch,” Karen replied.

“She’s right,” Jason offered before Abigail could say something. “I’m a scientist, not a jock.”

“I could change that,” Karen said with a note of pride. She looked from Abigail to Jason and then said to Jason, “If you want to build some muscle, be at the PAC tomorrow at six PM and I’ll show you the ropes.” Jason tried to remember if he had ever been in the Physical Activity Center and drew a blank.

“Okay,” Jason said and looked over at Abigail with a smile, “if someone likes people with some muscles I’m willing to go for it. Where in the PAC should we meet?”

“Outside the locker rooms,” Karen snarled, “I’ll be waiting.”

Abigail grabbed Jason’s arm and led him out of the room before Karen could do anything else. “I can’t believe her,” Abigail said as soon as they were out in the cold night air.

“What? Karen saying I’m weak and not as attractive as your old boyfriend? Was she right?” Jason offered.

“Yes she was right, but that’s not the point,” Abigail shouted back. “You were a guest, and she treated you like you were slime.”

“Well now she has a chance at Jack with you two not together,” Jason offered.

Abigail shook her head and said, “Jack likes to be the one in control of the relationship. Karen enjoys building her muscles and would refuse to be controlled by Jack. I guess looking back on it Jack got off controlling me.

Of course he never did things like take me out to concerts or would bring me flowers.”

“Well I get something in return,” Jason offered, “I get to see you in that beautiful dress.”

“You like it?” Abigail asked doing a slight spin to make the dress fly out.

“I’m glad you do, it’s my nicest dress.” She leaned in close and whispered into Jason’s ear, “I’m also not wearing any panties.”

“This is going to be an interesting night,” Jason said holding open the door to the student union for Abigail.

The two were noticed as they had their dinner together. People looked at the small thin young man with the clearly older and apparently more beautiful woman. Jason was acting like a gentleman even if he wasn’t trying to be one, but acting like he normally would. The concert was almost magical. The five people on stage sliding their long bows across the thin vibrating strings producing a sound that was unmatched by anything else the audience had heard. A CD or any other recording could not duplicate the music produced live. A string quartet could only be truly appreciated live.

The audience had to not only hear the music but also feel the very vibrations going through their bodies. The people sitting in the crowd had to see the musicians run their arms back and forth only slightly changing the angle to touch upon the different strings, and at the same time slide their other fingers up and down the neck of the wooden instruments to get the correct note. Just being there with a beautiful woman was the best time Jason had ever had in his life.

The concert lasted nearly two hours and Jason was leading Abigail out of the theater, both were clutching programs in their hands. Both had smiled across their faces from the beauty of what they both experienced. “I wish I had more CDs of classical music,” Jason whispered more for his own benefit than anyone else’s.

“Why’s that?” Abigail asked.

“I forgot how beautiful music without words could be,” Jason replied. “You can use your imagination and make the music mean whatever you want it to mean.”

“Never mind the fact that the musical pieces typically have a theme to them,” Abigail said and then closed her eyes and moved her head slightly.

“That’s not important,” Jason joked. He then noticed Abigail’s discomfort.

“Are you okay?”

“Just a headache,” Abigail said and smiled at Jason. “I guess all that loud music has started to get to me.” She then closed her eyes again as another wave of pain crashed in her mind. “Maybe I need some aspirin.”

“Why don’t we swing by the student store on our way back to your place,” Jason offered and checked the time. It had only been thirty-four hours since he used the Cupid’s Breath on Abigail. The guy said he had thirty-six hours. Of course with drugs you’re never completely sure about time.

“Yeah, and I can pick up some panties while we’re there,” Abigail joked. “I am freezing my ass off.”

Jason put his hands into his pockets fishing around for the small bottle of Cupid’s Breath he knew he had somewhere. “You know I could always cup your ass and keep it warm that way,” Jason offered.

“That’s sweet but it’s not just my ass that’s freezing,” Abigail said and another visible sign of pain washed over her face.

Jason’s fingers wrapped around the small plastic bottle and pulled it out of his pocket. He quickly unscrewed the cap and positioned the spout above his tongue. Abigail didn’t see him as her eyes were closed against the pain and her fingers pressing against the orbs. Jason felt the drop hit his tongue and he screwed the cap back on as he said, “Are you sure I can’t warm you up some other way?”

Jason put the bottle of Cupid’s Breath back in his pocket as Abigail took her hand away from her eyes and blinked a few time. “What?” She asked a smile spreading across her face. “I’m sorry about that I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Jason offered knowing what happened, “why don’t we get you that aspirin?”

“Actually,” Abigail said with the smile still in place, “I’m feeling better. There is something else white that I wouldn’t mind swallowing.” Her tone was as suggestive as her body language.

“Well if you’re not tired and you have time,” Jason offered.

“I am exhausted, mostly from last night, and I still have quite a number of homework subjects I have to work on,” Abigail said with a sad tone, “but I’m willing to put those on hold for you.” She leaned in close and whispered to him, “I love you lover boy.”

“Hang on here I believe last night I showed I am not a boy,” Jason said even if he didn’t add that the previous night he lost his virginity. “If you’re going to have a pet name for me, how about you make it something more manly or that fits me better?”

“Okay you’re geeky scientists who’s a great lover and doesn’t get out much,” Abigail said not knowing that Jason could order her to do anything in the world. “I’m thinking of Stick.”

“How about like Phantom or Shadow,” Jason offered.

“Oh, Shadow, I like that one,” Abigail said with an approving nod. “You blend into the background but at night with the lights off you’re everywhere. I like it. In private I’ll call you Shadow.”

“Okay I need a pet name for you,” Jason said thinking that ‘slave’ would be an appropriate name.

“Well I like to swim, play darts, and violin music,” Abigail said thinking.

“Well let’s see,” Jason said thinking seeing Yellow dorm as they rounded the corner. “I’m thinking Fletching like on a dart or Aqua as in water might be good.”

“Fletching, that is a good pet name,” Abigail cooed.

“Okay so you’re Abigail Fletching Jones,” Jason stated.

“And you’re Jason Shadow Simpson,” Abigail tried out the name and smiled.

They were at the door to the dorm, and Jason held open the door for Abigail. “Thank you, Shadow,” she said with a nod.

“My pleasure, Fletching,” Jason replied and they both giggled a little.

Abigail unlocked her door and the inside was dark with just enough light from the hall to see that Karen wasn’t in her bed. Abigail opened the door wide and turned on the overhead light to a nearly mirror image of Jason’s room. Abigail and Karen did personalize the room with their own stuff, like posters of good-looking men without shirts on. There were girl things like a box of tampons sitting in the corner and multiple pairs of shoes all over the floor. Jason saw why Abigail went to the library to study; a computer took up her desk with an enormous monitor.

Abigail turned and locked the door behind Jason. “With Karen not here at the moment I’ve wanted to do something all day,” Abigail said and gave Jason a full and deep kiss. The two were together just like they were after lunch, but closer and with more passion. She got down on her knees and pulled down the zipper of Jason’s pants.

“Abigail are you sure,” Jason asked.

“It’s Fletching, and I didn’t get to do this last night,” Abigail stated pulling out Jason’s stiffening dick. Like a fish going for a worm Abigail sucked in an end of the flesh rod. The warmth and taste fill her mouth and mind. It was better than she remembered from the night before. Abigail was already hot and wet just by slipping Jason’s prick into her gaping mouth. She rocked back and forth drawing Jason’s dick in her mouth, across her teeth and sliding over her tongue. The taste the feeling the warmth and the knowledge that Jason would shoot his load into her mouth as making Abigail build to an orgasm.

Jason wasn’t sure what to do. He’d never had a woman give him a blowjob before, and he wasn’t sure if he liked it. Oh he liked it well enough but compared to sliding his dick between Abigail’s breasts or into her pussy, he would rank a blowjob as third. Jason did remind himself that he hadn’t taken Abigail in the ass yet. Maybe a blowjob would be fourth. Regardless Jason felt his seed flood into the long stem of his dick. The tube under his hot hard shaft was filling up with his impending sperm. “I’m going to cum,” Jason said.

“You’d better,” Abigail said when she pulled off Jason’s dick to take a breath. “I’m already about to cum.”

Jason wasn’t sure of what he just heard, but he was sure of what he felt. “Oh God,” he said feeling his semen flow into his dick. “Oh God!” Jason felt Abigail pull out a little to tightly press her lips against the end of Jason’s stick. “OH GOD!” Jason moaned as he let his cum come. His member jerked and pumped as his white filled Abigail’s accepting mouth.

Abigail’s mind was filled with the fireworks of sexual passion. Her own body convulsed as an orgasm ripped through it leaving wakes of sexual pleasure behind. She couldn’t even kneel any more and she fell down onto the palms of her hands so she was on all fours with her body riding the wave after wave of the orgasm she was having. Jason pinched off his dick so the white wouldn’t go all over the room, or Abigail’s nice dress.

Jason felt his climax fall down and then let go of his member and only a small bubble of white domed on his dick. Abigail picked herself up from the floor, her orgasm slowing down, and then she saw the small drop of seed on Jason’s dick, and grabbed the man’s member to pull him closer. Abigail parted her lips just enough to suck in the last little bit of what she milked from him. Jason looked down at Abigail and Abigail looked up at Jason. She opened her mouth to show his sperm mixed with her saliva, and then she smiled as she swallowed it down.

“Fletching,” Jason said, “you’re amazing.”

“You’re not bad yourself Shadow,” Abigail said guiding the man down to her bed. She started rubbing his dick as she gave him a wide kiss on the lips. Jason’s arms went around Abigail and held her close as they kissed and she rubbed his dick. Not to be out down Jason slipped his hand under Abigail’s dress, and started toying with her butt cheeks. He didn’t get much of a chance the earlier day to play with her ass, and that Saturday wasn’t going to be any different.

A key rattled in the door to Abigail’s room. The two had just enough time to look civilized and zip up before Karen opened the door. A thick and heavy backpack was slung on her shoulders and she looked at the two sitting on Abigail’s bed. Karen snorted and said, “Oh hell, Abbey we need to work out a system so I don’t walk in on the two of you doing something more than sucking face.”

“We’ll talk about that,” Abigail said.

Jason stood up and Abigail stood too. “I guess I’d better be going,” he offered. Jason turned to Karen and said, “I’ll see you tomorrow at six.”

“Doubtful you’d even show, but yeah I’ll be there,” Karen replied.

“Abigail,” Jason said and gave her a quick kiss on the lips, “until next time.”

“I’ll see you,” Abigail replied.

“Oh this is just sad,” Karen commented. “If you two love each other just say so.”

“I love you,” they both said in unison, and had a good laugh about it.

It worried Jason that the Cupid’s Breath only worked for thirty-four hours.

For some reason the fact the drug was two hours less affective than he was told nagged at him. Changing back into his comfortable cloths Jason went back to the lab to work some more. Mixing small quantities of chemicals and testing them seemed like an endless thankless task. He tired and he failed over and over again to duplicate the amazing drug. By the time his eyes stung with tears he knew it was time to get some sleep.

The next morning Jason woke late and still tired. He rolled off his bed and struggled to get up. After a shower and a soda pop later he sat down and stared doing some more homework. About three in the afternoon Jason finished his assignments and went back to the lab to start working on Cupid’s Breath again. Jason felt like an idiot when he realized he could speed up the process by making several different mixtures at the same time. Jason set it up to test five different combinations to be made at one time. They would each have to be tested separately, but as soon as one was finished another would be ready to go.

Jason was just crossing off number eighty-two from his list of possibilities for Cupid’s Breath when there was a knock on the laboratory door. Jason opened the door to Abigail. She had on a long trench coat and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. “Hi there Shadow,” She said in a husky voice.

“Fletch,” Jason said opening the door wider and letting the woman into the lab. “I wasn’t expecting you. Welcome to my home away from home. This is the lab where I do most of my work.”

“Quaint,” Abigail said looking at the black counter tops, the wooden cabinets, and the machines she couldn’t hope to guess what they did. As Abigail walked around Jason noticed that the coat opened to give glimpses of her long perfectly formed legs. It then hit Jason he should be able to see the bottom of her dress, if she was wearing a dress. “There was something I wanted to show you,” Abigail said unbuttoning her coat, but keeping it closed so Jason couldn’t see.

Was she naked? Jason couldn’t be sure if she was or wasn’t. As Abigail grabbed either side of the opening to her trench coat all Jason could say was, “What?”

“This!” Abigail pulled open her coat. The perfect curves of her body, her proportioned breasts, and Abigail’s smooth hips were covered barely by the two pieces of a black thong bikini. Abigail’s smooth snatch was clearly shaved, because there was so much skin being show, it was the only answer. Her breasts were leaving nothing to the imagination, except to the color of her nipples since the black fabric was just large enough to cover her areolas. Abigail smiled and said, “I’m guessing by your loose jaw you like it?”

“I love it, and the bikini too,” Jason recovered. He went up to her and wrapped his arms around her and gave her a powerful hug and a tongue filled kiss. Jason could feel the warmth off her body. Abigail’s smooth legs wrapped around his, and rubbed up and down grinding her pussy against his thigh. Jason broke off and said, “I have work to do.”

“I don’t,” Abigail said with a lust hungry look in her eyes.

“Fletch, I love you,” Jason said looking her in the eyes, “I will always love you. Yet, I’m telling you, right now, I have work to do, please leave me alone. I wouldn’t be able to concentrate with your luscious beautiful perfect body there for me to do anything I want . . .” Jason looked up at Abigail’s eyes and seemed perplexed for a moment. “Why did I want you to leave?”

“You have work to do,” Abigail said buttoning up her coat. “I’ll leave you alone, but I also wanted to tell you Karen is expecting you at six. I told her where to find you if you didn’t show up.”

“Some friend you are,” Jason replied joking. “Say if I don’t see you later on how about breakfast tomorrow?”

“Okay, my first class isn’t until eight,” Abigail nodded in approval.

“Great, I’ll pick you up at seven,” Jason said with a smile.

“I’ll see you then Shadow,” Abigail said turning to the door.

Jason grabbed her arm and swung her around to embrace her one last time. He kissed her full on the lips. Breathing through their noses for almost a minute the two kissed a passionate kiss that only lovers could have. Finally Jason broke off with a dazed happy smile on Abigail’s face. “I love you,” Jason said to her bright eyes.

“I love you too,” Abigail answered and Jason released her waist. “I’ll leave you alone now.” With that Abigail left Jason alone in the lab.

As soon as Jason got his breath back he too left the lab. He needed to splash some cool water on his face. The hallways of Hancock Hall were always bare and lifeless, especially in the basement. One sound at the end of the hundred-yard hallway could be easily heard at the other. A person could be seen walking the halls at one end, and take five minutes to reach the other. Jason noticed this when he went into the restroom, there was someone walking his direction from the other end. When Jason got out of the restroom, feeling a little refreshed, the person was still walking in his direction, but now he could recognize her.

“Sue, what’s going on?” Jason asked the woman.

“Jason, I didn’t think anyone else would be down here on a Sunday afternoon,” Susan Roofer replied. Sue was a scientist, which was good since she wasn’t a beauty. Her face was squat and fat, and so was her body. She did have natural blond hair, but didn’t do anything with it, and kept it cut short. She wore thick glasses that magnified her pudgy blue eyes and made them seem disproportional with the rest of her face. Sue didn’t waddle when she walked, but came very close.

“I like it here, it’s quiet,” Jason replied.

“Yeah well you can keep your quiet, I’m working with a bomb,” Sue said with a joking smile, “a Mory Bomb.” Jason politely smiled since it wasn’t a good joke. A Mory Bomb is nothing more than a solid metal canister that could withstand extreme internal pressures. Usually by putting dry ice in with whatever is needs to be forced together, screwing the bomb tightly closed, and then cooking it in the oven. Jason had used a Mory Bomb hundreds of times before, and the only sound they made was a hissing when the top was unscrewed. “Was that brunette that I saw down here to see you?”

“Yeah, Abigail Jones,” Jason replied. “For some reason she seems to be attracted to me.”

Sue shook her head and said, “More likely you’ve made some kind of love potion in the lab. If a strapping good looking hunk ever came up to me and said he wanted to father my children I’d wonder what alternate dimension I was in.”

“You never know, it might happen,” Jason said thinking how unlikely it would be.

Sue looked at him and shook her head, and then grabbed her belly with a hand and gave it a shake, which rippled all over her body. “It might happen if I ever lost fifty pounds, and then only if he was very drunk,” Sue said and then shrugged her backpack higher on her shoulder and said, “I’ve got work to do. See you later.”

“Enjoy playing with your bomb,” Jason replied going into his own lab. After crossing off number eighty-eight from his list of possible Cupid’s Breath combinations Jason packed it in and headed for the PAC.

The physical activity center was as foreign to Jason as salt water was to Ohio. Jason had been in the building before, when he took a tour of the university, but that was the last time. It was still the same. A red brick building with no thrills and a number of air-conditioners on the roof and sides of the building was the second home to most athletes on scholarships. The PAC had more rooms, larger ones too, and much better environmental controls than the science buildings. Jason knew that most alumni gave money to the sports side of the school. No one cared about the sciences.

Thankful someone had the foresight to put small signs up Jason easily found the locker room, and there was Karen waiting outside, leaning against the wall. “It’s about time you showed up,” She said. Her hair was back in a pony tail, and she was wearing tight yellow shorts and a tighter blue T-shirt.

“I’m only here because Abigail told me that you knew where to find me,” Jason said slipping his backpack off his shoulder.

Karen laughed a deep chuckle. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Karen said with a grin. “Abbey never told me where you were. I think she just wanted you to show up.”

Jason didn’t smile. All the evil things that he had been suppressing crept up in his mind. Jason was so going to make Abigail climax until it hurt. “Well let’s get this torture done with,” Jason said.

“You had better have some extra cloths in that bag,” Karen said nodding to Jason’s backpack, “because I’m going to make you sweat.”

Ten minutes later Jason was already sweating. “You’re enjoying this,” Jason gasped out.

Karen hadn’t even started breathing hard as she easily jogged next to Jason on the raised track above the basketball courts. “Yeah I’m having fun,” Karen replied with her pony tail bobbing up and down behind her. “I do about six miles a day, but you should be thankful I’m only making you run two.”

“Why?” Jason tried to talk and breathe at the same time. He hadn’t done any physical activity since high school, and he’d even graduated early. Now he was in black shorts and a black shirt sweating like he was in the rain and not enjoying any of it.

“You need to build up your muscles,” Karen replied easily keeping pace. “Oh you mean why am I making you exercise? That’s easy, I like Abbey. She’s like a sister to me, and I would do anything for her. She may love you, but I know her type, she’d love you a hell of a lot more if you had some muscle tone.”

They had passed the door to the raised track and Jason gasped, “How many?”

Karen smiled, “Well I could lie to you and say three more laps, but you only have two.” This answered Jason’s vague question, but Karen went on, “Oh you mean how many men has Abbey had? Let me think, since college I think she’s had four, or has it been five? They’re all pretty much the same guy, but with different hair. Muscles on their arms that bulge even when they’re not flexing, and the guys all seem to be self centered. Don’t get me wrong about you, I’m glad Abbey is going for something better, but you are so vastly different I’m amazed. How ever did you get her to go out with you?”

Jason didn’t answer. Part of the fact was he couldn’t breath enough to get the words out, and another was he wasn’t sure they would be correct. To tell the room mate of the woman of his dreams that he was using a mind controlling drug that didn’t do anything to him but could control those around him was a bit much. There was also the fact that Karen was bigger and stronger than him.

“Well?” Karen asked waiting for an answer.

“Well,” Jason choked out, “what?”

“Well one more lap,” Karen said and then started jogging backwards to look at Jason. “How did you get Abbey to agree to go out with you?”

Jason glanced over and Karen was staring at him intently. It was only a flicker of a look, but Jason knew he gave away the game. Karen’s face became wrinkled with worry. “What did you do?” Karen asked turning around and running forward again. “You’d better have not hurt Abbey or I swear I’ll throw you off this track!”

“I didn’t hurt her,” Jason was able to say with gasps in between word.

“I want to know exactly what you did to her,” Karen replied and the door to the track was half the lap around.

Jason started thinking about possibilities. The bottle of Cupid’s Breath was in his coat pocket, which was in the locker, which was on the other side of the PAC. He couldn’t over power Karen, and really didn’t want to. He didn’t think that he could run for the Cupid’s Breath, not the way his legs were feeling. As the pair jogged closer to the door Jason figured the only way to get out of the situation was to tell the truth, even if he didn’t want to.

As they came to the door and the pair slowed down Jason felt a large hand grab the back of his neck. He was dragged to the white painted railing around the raised track and leaned over it to see the basketball court forty feet below. “Tell me what you did to Abbey!” Karen snarled. Jason’s feeling of fatigue was gone, the thoughts of how sore his legs were vanished. For one of the first times in his life Jason felt the fear of death.

“Okay, let go, let go!” Jason screamed.

Karen, with her hand still on the back of Jason’s neck hulled him back and held him to look into Karen’s brown eyes that held nothing but anger. “Let go, I’ll talk,” Jason said.

“Now!” Karen growled.

“Okay I used something called Cupid’s Breath,” Jason said and felt Karen’s fingers relax but not let go. “It let me control Abigail’s mind.”

“Good God,” Karen said and dropped Jason to the floor of the track. “You’d better explain yourself.”

Jason was pulling down on a metal bar that was so high above his head he had to stand up just to grab it. There wasn’t much weight attached to the metal cable connected to the metal bar, but at the moment Jason couldn’t handle much weight. He talked while he pulled down. “Abigail’s been the only person I’ve used Cupid’s Breath on,” Jason confessed.

“Why?” Karen asked lifting a ten pound hexagon barbell directly in front of her.

Jason looked up as he pulled down and said with a little surprise, “I don’t want or need to control anyone else.”

“No why do you even need to control Abbey?” Karen asked lifting the barbell again.

“You can look at me and ask that question?” Jason replied.

Karen looked over at Jason and scanned him up and down. “You’re not ugly,” Karen said.

Jason harrumphed that, and let go of the bar above his head when he had reached twenty-five pulls. “Women only say that I’m not ugly when the subject of appearance comes up,” Jason said leaning back on the black plastic bench exhausted. “No woman would see me walk by and say on the spur of the moment, ‘he’s not ugly.’ They only make vague references to the fact that I could never get a date.”

Karen laughed at that and Jason gave her an evil look. “Sorry,” Karen said putting down the weights. “So you can control people’s minds,” Karen changed the subject. “Why go after Abbey at all?”

Jason tried to figure out what the question was asking, and couldn’t put it into context. He figured it was his exhausted body affecting his mind. “What?” Jason asked.

Karen snorted and grabbed Jason by the arm to drag him over to the leg press machine. It was basically a large swing with weights at the bottom and a flat carpeted spot for people to plant their feet. Karen dropped Jason on the seat and proceeded to put one hundred pounds on either side of the machine. “Do twenty of these,” Karen ordered and Jason groaned. “I wanted to know if you could have any woman there was, why go after Abbey. I thought it was every man’s fantasy to have a Barbie doll with a heartbeat?”

Jason grunted pushing out on the weight, it was too much. “You may not believe this but I don’t want just some woman. I wanted Abigail. I’ve been attracted to her since I first started school. I think she’s beautiful,” Jason grunted again.

“Don’t lock your knees or they’ll bend backwards,” Karen warned. “But here’s another dumb question,” Karen asked, “why aren’t you two screwing right now?”

Jason blushed and Karen enjoyed seeing the flush rise in his cheeks. “Two reasons,” Jason gasped. “I don’t have an endless supply of Cupid’s Breath, and need to figure out how to make more.”

“How much do you have?” Karen asked.

“About another week’s worth,” Jason answered truthfully.

“I can’t say I’m happy to hear that you’re trying to make more of the stuff that keeps my best friend under your control, but what’s the other reason?” Karen asked.

“I want her to stay in school,” Jason replied. “I want to stay in school, to do that we both need to do our homework and study. Besides I don’t care what women think, men are not an endless semen supply. We tire too. At this rate I don’t think I’ll be able to lift anything up any time soon.”

Karen grinned. “You respect her,” Karen stated.

Jason looked up as he extended his legs again and saw Karen smiling. She couldn’t believe it, he was blushing even more. “How many was that?” He asked.

“Eighteen, seven to go, you respect Abbey,” Karen stated again with a touch of humor in her voice. “You just don’t know her schedule or her classes. She finished her homework for the weekend last night in three hours. She’s already started on stuff not due until Friday. That’s more studying I’ve seen her do since finals.”

Jason extended his legs again and let them come back. “There that’s twenty,” Jason said breathing hard and sweating.

“Oh come on do five more,” Karen said with a smile on her face that she did thirty lifts with three times the weight.

“Not going to happen,” Jason stated rolling off.

“Or what, you’ll use this Cupid’s Breath on me?” Karen asked.

“I don’t have it with me,” Jason replied.

Karen snorted. “So how long is Abbey under your control?” Karen asked standing in front of Jason tapping her foot waiting for him to get his breathing under control.

“About thirty-four hours,” Jason said. “Then I have to give her another dose of the stuff.”

“How?” Karen asked.

Jason gave up. If Karen knew this much a little more couldn’t matter. “I put a drop on my tongue,” Jason said making the motions like he was putting a drop on his tongue. “Then I talk to a person. The smell enters the person’s nose and makes their mind receptive to my voice. It only lasts for thirty seconds but then whoever was close enough to smell and hear me becomes obedient to what I tell them.”

“How obedient are they?” Karen asked a look of contempt on her face.

“I’m not completely sure,” Jason admitted. “They do whatever I say, even if it seems they’re in complete control of their own mind. I know I can make them sleep whenever I want them to. I am pretty sure that Cupid’s Breath can control a person’s emotions too.”

There was a long pause and then Karen asked the question Jason knew that she would ask, “Are you going to free Abbey?”

Jason looked up after a moment. Karen was looking down at him with hard eyes. She wasn’t going anywhere without an answer. Deep down Jason already knew the answer. “Eventually,” Jason said with a smile.

Karen wasn’t smiling. “Men, you’re all the same,” Karen said and got real close to Jason’s face. “Abbey is not yours to do with as you please. You’d better release control over her at the end of the school year.” The threat didn’t have to be followed with anything else.

Jason swallowed his dry throat and blinked. “Why, at the end of the school year?” He asked confused.

Karen made a face of unhappy acceptance. “When I told you that Abbey was studying more now than when last finals time, I wasn’t exaggerating,” Karen said and sat down on a bench. “Abbey has a bad tendency to not do her homework, or study for tests. If you can make her do her homework and stay in school with a better GPA, I’m willing to look the other way.” Then Karen gave Jason another hard look, “But you’d better be treating her the exact same way you are now, or better.”

“I love her,” Jason replied.

“Are you sure?” Karen asked and then got to her feet. “Come on let’s work off some of this aggression.”

“What aggression? I don’t have any aggression,” Jason said following Karen to the next room where there were different boxing gloves lined up on the wall and half a dozen red punching bags hanging from the ceiling. The red logs looked like they had been through a great deal with thick bands of duct tape around the section where people hit. Jason picked up the red leather boxing gloves and looked at Karen. “Oh no, I could never punch you,” Jason said.

Karen smiled, “I would like to see you try. No, I want to see how much swing you’ve got. Find a pair that fist and we’ll tie them up tight.”

Jason tried on one glove and went for something smaller. “I never asked what your major is,” Jason inquired.

“Accounting with a minor in math,” Karen said and Jason looked up in surprise. “Don’t give me that, I like doing math and working with money. There’s something elegant in knowing that if you did it exactly other people could follow what you did and come to the same conclusions. I could ask you, why do you want to become a chemist?”

Jason figured it was fair enough as he found a pair of gloves that seemed to fit him. “I like working with chemicals,” Jason said as Karen came over and helped him tie on the gloves. “I find the idea that the electron clouds are what gives different elements different properties but it is the protons on the inside of the atoms that identify the chemicals.”

“I never got chemistry,” Karen said making sure the gloves were on tight. She stood behind one of the large red bags and said, “Now give the bag a good straight punch. I was always afraid that if I mixed the wrong stuff together I’d make a gas that would kill me.”

Jason shoved his arm out and felt the glove make contact with the bag all the way up his shoulder. For some reason it felt good. The motion of the red bag caught Karen a little off guard and had to grab it to keep it from swinging. “With chemistry you have a general idea of what you’re doing,” Jason said punching out his other arm and enjoying the smack I made with the bag. “In chemistry we work on the probability that certain electron clouds will bond before others. If two chemicals bond one way then it leaves open a limited number of places for another chemical to bond.”

“Well it goes over my head,” Karen said watching Jason punch and connect with the bag. “Try using your whole shoulder in the punch, take a half step back. So you’re using these electron clouds to figure out how to make this Cupid’s Breath?”

“I think I have the basic chemicals needed,” Jason said feeling the contact with the bag feel better in his arm. “What I’m working on is how to put them together in a chain. The thing you have to keep in mind is that electrons have a negative charge, and since like charges repel usually you can figure out what the molecule is you’re looking at.”

Karen was silent paying attention to Jason’s punches more than what he was saying. “Okay focus now, I want you to give this bag your all, come on hit it for all you’re worth,” Karen said.

Jason shook his head as sweat dripped off his chin. He shot his arm out and made contact with the bag, and immediately did the same with his other arm. He remembered the shoulder aspect and tried putting that into the punch. For some reason Jason felt an odd satisfaction in punching the bag.

“Okay give it a rest,” Karen said and Jason put one more shot into the bag.

“Well what do you think?”

Jason was breathing hard but said, “I think you’re sadistic, I’m masochist, or we’re a little bit of both.” Jason looked at Karen and his eyes were serious. “Karen, you’re not going to tell Abigail about Cupid’s Breath, are you?”

Karen pondered that for a moment. “I won’t,” she said and then added, “if you do something I want.”

“What?” Jason asked quickly.

Karen smiled, it was too easy. “Join the boxing club,” She said and watched Jason’s face fall.

“I don’t know,” Jason said hesitating. “I’ve heard about boxers who’ve had serious brain damage. I need my brain. It’s all I’ve got.”

“Relax half a feather weight,” Karen said joking, “the boxing club doesn’t do the knock unconscious stuff. Besides just because you join doesn’t mean you’re actually going to get hit, or hit someone yourself. It only means you’ll be exercising, and you’ll finally be around people.”

Jason didn’t like the idea but he didn’t really have a choice. “If I join, you’ll keep quiet about Cupid’s Breath?” Jason asked to be sure.

“Not a word,” Karen said putting her hand over her heart and raising her other hand. “However when you make more I might ask for some on this cute guy in the club.”

Jason put it together, “You’re in the boxing club?”

Karen smiled. “I’m one of three women in the club. Well let’s get those gloves off you. I need to get ready for the concert tonight. Abbey gave me her ticket since you were nice enough to buy two. She really did appreciate that. Now that I find out you didn’t have to, I think she’d appreciate it even more.”

The two started for the locker rooms and as they rounded the corner there was Abigail standing there, waiting for them. Her hair was still damp, and she was grinning from ear to ear. She had on her trench coat, but Jason knew she had on her black thong bikini underneath. “Well how was he?” Abigail asked.

Karen was the first to speak. “I sure hope you enjoy having sex with him, because I didn’t,” Karen stated evenly. “Have sex with him that is.”

Jason came up to Abigail and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “You’re roommate is sadistic,” Jason said.

“Your boyfriend is masochistic,” Karen said. “He’s a halfway decent boxer, and has agreed to join the boxing club. We meet on Tuesday and Thursday evenings at seven here at the PAC. If you two love birds will excuse me I have to get dressed for a concert.” Karen went into the locker room leaving the two in the hall.

“How long have you been here?” Jason asked.

“About half an hour before you showed up,” Abigail said with a grin. “I wondered if you would show. I bet that you would and Karen bet that you wouldn’t.”

Jason smiled and took the woman in his arms. “What was the bet for?” He asked.

“Who buys the pizza tonight,” Abigail said with a smile. “If you want to come over to our room tonight after Karen comes back from the concert I’m sure we could share.” Abigail pressed her body tightly against Jason’s and whispered, “If you want to come over while Karen is at the concert I think we could find something to do.” The sexual innuendo was as thick as a brick wall.

“I was told you have homework to do,” Jason said.

“Nothing that isn’t due until Friday,” Abigail said licking her lips.

“Tell me, do you have any tests you need to study for?” Jason asked and saw the seductive smile slip from Abigail’s face.

“Yes, I have two this week,” She said knowing what was coming.

“Well you need to study for those tests,” Jason said and realized it was a command.

“Okay,” Abigail replied feeling slightly rejected.

Jason held her tight and said, “I want you to stay in school. You should want to stay in school too. I love you, and I’m really enjoying the attention you’re giving me, but there are some things that have to be done. Now, I need a shower, how about you?” Jason said releasing her.

“Yeah, I was going to take one back at the dorm,” Abigail said and then tried one more time, “would you care to join me.”

Jason gave her rump a little smack. “You wonderful woman, get going,” he said and Abigail walked off, swinging her hips so her rear wagged behind her. Jason took a shower, changed back into his old cloth, and went straight back to the lab. He was tired and worn out, but for some reason he found the lab relaxing, and he had a renewed energy to find Cupid’s Breath.