I had been battling the flu for nearly a week and had a high fever, so I was in no mood, nor condition, to be going out, anywhere. It was a Thursday night and I was sitting in my recliner, in front of the TV, covered up with several blankets and shivering like a wet
Sex for Money
Ron couldn’t keep his eyes off his pretty blonde assistant. She’d come into his life about a year ago when she had answered an ad for a lab assistant. He was 51, she 26. Since then they had worked closely on a number of projects, lately one looking at freeze tolerance in mouse stem cells.