Women's Studies

<i><b>Part 1: Chapter 1: Maggie loses control</b>

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All characters appearing in erotic scenes as 18+.

This is Part 1 of a multi-part series (and was preceded by a part 0). If
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<b>Story-Codes:</b> mc nc M/f slow humiliation revenge exhibition misogyny

<b>Explanation of Story-Codes:</b> This chapter contains: nonconsensual
mind control (mc); sex between a dominant man and a submissive or
controlled woman (M/f); nonconsensual sex (i.e., rape); humiliation;
revenge; exhibition, and misogyny. This story is also slow (i.e., long
segments of bad fiction writing get in the way of raw sex scenes). Also,
for your enjoyment, I've inserted an few typos and grammatical error.

<b>Series Synopsis:</b> Maggie falls under the control of her ex-husband,
David, who humiliates her by manipulating her to transform from feminist
activist to subservient, make-up-wearing sex worker.

<b>Chapter Synopsis:</b> David takes control of Maggie and coerces her
to transform herself from a feminist, Women's Studies professor into a
porn star. In fact, she jumps right in to that field of achievement.</i>

*****

<b>Chapter 1: Maggie loses control</b>

"Thank you so much for meeting me here!" David said to his ex-wife,
Maggie. "I got you a decaf skim milk no sugar." he said with his warmest
smile (he'd practiced it with his new wife).

"I'm vegan now. I think it's the only ethical choice, given what we now
know about the farm industry," she said coldly.

"Oh yes. Of course," David couldn't help but hide his disappointment.
"Well, let me get you a replacement. Soy milk or black?"

"I prefer soy milk, but really that's not necessary. I can get my own
coffee. I'm not actually here for coffee. I'm eager to hear what you
have to say. Your email said that you'd had an epiphany?"

David smiled broadly. He felt like laughing. Maggie was a Ph.D. and
a tenured faculty member like himself, although whereas he was a full
professor and fancied himself a behavioral scientist, she was an associate
professor of Women's Studies. Her research explored the covert role that
pornography plays in supporting male power structures. In other words,
her so-called research was complete and utter bullshit.

She also had a secondary line of research on the experience of women
engineers because the NSF would totally fund that shit. Even though
her main research was essentially anti-porn (after all, even the most
feminist, sex-positive porn supports male power structures) it was hard
to get funding for that research. She had to make do with small local
grants that she wheedled from guilty male administrators who didn't want
to tell her what they really thought about either porn or Women's Studies.

And she was a complete, man-hating bitch. He'd thought he was in love
with her once and they'd been married for about six months when she found
a porn URL in his browser history and that was that. He tried to tell
her that it was a mistake [which it was, because he was good at hiding
his porn URLs], but she wouldn't listen to a word. She kept screaming
about betrayal and "the patriarchy." She'd thrown him out of his house
and divorced him immediately.

He was really looking forward to seeing this man-hating bitch degraded
and humiliated. He smiled broadly.

"I have!" David said excitedly. "But let me get you your coffee
first!" and he bounced up to order it and then he fumbled a bit putting
the top on the cup.

"They didn't stir it very well," he grumbled when he sat down and gave
the coffee to her.

"Thanks," she said coolly. "So, I'd like to hear about your
'epiphany'?" She wore a look like she was speaking to Satan. Probably,
David reflected, she was.

"Oh, well," he began. "I wanted to share this with you because I realized
just how wrong I've been all my life..." he began the speech he'd
written and rehearsed last night. To the best of his abilities it hit
all the right points — male privilege, white privilege, white male
privilege, his own contributions to the patriarchy, ways he'd oppressed
her and other women, how her comments and complaints had been spot on,
things he should have done if he really believed in gender quality,
abuses in which he was complicit because he stood idly by, how he saw
now that their divorce a year ago had been entirely his fault —
basically, it agreed with her worldview in every possible way.

His speech could have been summarized as "You were absolutely right and
I was absolutely wrong" but David didn't summarize. He went into great
detail about his supposed transgressions, especially as they related
to her. He kept talking for well over ten minutes and, as expected,
she ate it all up. She didn't interrupt him once (which must surely
have been a record) and she hung on every word. His speech was the kind
of vindication that would make her toes curl. As he spoke, she wished
she was recording him so she could replay it over and over. In fact,
as he went on, his words took on a hypnotic quality and she felt that
she was slipping into something like a happy daydream.

David recognized the signs and switched gears. It had hurt a bit to
deliver that bullshit, but his suggestions would work best if she were
cooperative and his speech was tailored to win her over to "his side"
and he was confident that he'd been successful.

Speaking quickly and quietly, he implanted the suggestions he'd planned.
Yes, he thought "her plan" to get more hands-on about sex-work and porn
was a great idea. Her idea to completely "walk a mile" in the fuck-me
heels of a porn starlet made perfect sense and was academically brilliant.
He was so proud of her courage. He didn't know much about make-up and
pedicures, but he'd just gotten married to a very stereotypically feminine
woman and of course he would help her in any way that he could. Yes,
"her" idea about going into the bathroom and giving him a blowjob was
a good idea. She should start experiencing the sex-worker lifestyle as
soon as possible. Yes, later that day they'd do some photo shoots so
she could start putting her name and likeness out there.

He produced a handful of cheap bound lab journals and "reminded" her
that she'd bought them to record her experiences. He showed her some
printed pages and had her copy them into the first journal.

There were three entries. The first entry was from a couple weeks
ago on New Year's day. In it, she expressed her reasons for doing this
"project." She wanted to learn first-hand exactly what it was like to be
a sex-worker and pornstar. Yes, it would involve discomfort but she'd be
able to document that discomfort and perhaps help some women avoid some
of that discomfort. Yes, she would suffer embarrassment, but every life
had some embarrassment and this was for a great cause about which she
cared passionately. Yes, it would be humiliating to have sex for money,
but that's what millions of women experience daily and Maggie would
be able to handle it the same way they did and, further, cast sunlight
on the circumstances that drove women to such desperate measures. Yes,
she'd have to suppress her feminist feelings and that was hard but it
was definitely for a greater good. The more she'd thought about it,
the more she was sure this would be worthwhile.

The way DTB worked, she'd clearly recall writing the journal entries, but
her memory would "file" these memories into her long term memory in a way
that conformed to David's suggestions if he did things correctly. At least
that was what David's research on the drug had suggested. For example,
she she'd recall writing the first entry on January 1 if David made the
right suggestions.

"Good job," David smiled at her. "Now what was the date on that entry?"

"New Year's day," Maggie replied.

"Sure, and what did you do for lunch that day?"

"I don't recall. I think I was working on a grant application and I ate
a peanut butter sandwich at my desk."

"Right! Now that you mention it, I recall you saying that this plan
came to you as you wrote a grant applicant on New year's day. That's
what inspired you to do this project, and you got out a fresh journal
and wrote this entry right before lunch. Then you made yourself a peanut
butter sandwich and got back to the grant writing. Do you remember that?"

"I do..."

David was very pleased that this was working so well. He indicated that
she should transcribe the second entry, which was long and detailed. It
was dated last week and laid out her plan. She would experience all
aspects of the slut/sex-worker lifestyle. Basically, she would think
about everything in terms of how a feminist would think, then do the
opposite. And she would steer into humiliating and painful experiences,
instead of trying to avoid them. She would go full-pornstar-mode. She
would change the way she looked and dressed to be more "slutty." She
would learn to style her hair, wear makeup, paint her nails. She would
learn to look "cute" and "girlie." She would work hard on being pleasing
to men. She would try to appear as young as possible. She would submit
to stereotypically sexist treatments like manicures and pedicures.

It wasn't her style to depilate. Until now, she preferred to be
"natural." So, of course, she'd do the opposite and remove all the
hair on her body below the eyebrows. She'd researched it and shaving
was very temporary. Waxing was only slightly less temporary and it was
painful. Plus, both methods caused potentially serious side-effects like
ingrown hairs that could turn into painful ulcers. As a result, she'd
decided to pay to have her body hair lasered off. The laser was more or
less permanent. Only about 20% of the hair treated would die immediately,
so she'd need several treatments, and some new hair might eventually
grow and require touch-up's, but it was just one of many sacrifices that
women went through to conform to male expectations and she'd conform
along with the other women. She regretted that it was permanent, but it
was better than the alternative, shaving and waxing. She was actually
a little embarrassed about her privilege to be able to take care of it
with just a few easy laser treatments.

David was surprised how long it was taking her to transcribe the second
entry. It wouldn't do for him to urge her to write faster (she should
remember writing this, but not that David was present), so he smiled and
pushed her coffee closer to encourage her to drink more coffee and ingest
more of the drug. She took the suggestion subconsciously and drank more
coffee and continued transcribing.

The second entry continued: she debated about piercing and tattoos. On
the one hand, these had long since ceased being counter-culture elements;
it seemed like every young woman had a tattoo and several piercings. On
the other hand, the incidence of body modifications among pornstars was
very high (about 85% according to one recent study) and this suggested
that she should invest in some ink and piercings. In the end, she'd
decided to get some piercings and two small tattoos.

As far as experiences go, she felt that it was important, for
her research, that she do it all: She would start dressing more
provocatively. She would try to use her "feminine wiles" to try to exploit
men, ideally earning her living this way. In fact, if all went well, she'd
donate her salary to a good cause, like NOW, and live on the proceeds
of her sex trade work. She would pose nude for pictures. She would take
semi-nude and nude selfies. She would do exotic dancing. She would do some
webcam modeling — including some vanilla camming and some kinkier
stuff like bondage and fetishes. Of course, she would do some porn. She
also made a cryptic reference to "other common behavioral paradigms
confronting women in the sex trade" and David "reminded" her that that
was her way of saying that she'd do illegal things like prostitution.

The end of this long entry investigated the ethics of this experiment. She
resolved that she would not be deceptive about her new lifestyle. She
would be transparent about herself and the lifestyle. She would
literally become a slut and she wouldn't hide it. Yes, she would be
participating in the patriarchy, and yes, she would be abandoning many
women — particularly her own family and friends (her sister would
probably rejoice, but her mother was going to kill her) but that's a
part of the lifestyle and part of the trade-off necessary to conduct
this experiment. She was certain that it would be worth it. She closed
by speculating about the articles she could write: exposes of the sex
trade, authoritative first-hand accounts of ethical issues in gender
relations, etc.

David suggested that she'd thought about this stuff all week long after
New Year's and finally organized her thoughts and wrote it down late at
night. She agreed that that was what happened.

The third entry was brief and was dated from yesterday evening. In the
entry, she said that she was going to meet her ex-husband David for coffee
and that she had decided to attempt to enlist his assistance. For example,
to get his input on what men wanted and to assist her in becoming a slut.
Her entry noted her resolve to totally humiliate herself. It would be
humiliating to be naked in front of him again, so she would try to steer
things to that humiliating end — she would jump into the lifestyle
by seducing him. David helpfully "reminded" her that she'd decided to
give him a blowjob in the family bathroom there at the coffee shop.

After she'd copied the last entry, David "reminded" her again how it had
been composed after she read his email and knew that she was meeting
him here. He took the printed pages and put them in his pocket. As
she was still out of it, he used the time to have her talk about her
recent life. Her work was going well but she was becoming afraid that
she wouldn't leave a mark on her field. 'Jesus! I couldn't ask for a
better opening!' David thought to himself and "reminded" her that this
project was her magnum opus that would make her a "star" in the field.

Maggie then started talking about her family and her issues and concerns.
Her parents were getting older and as they aged her mom seemed to get
more ornery and her father more detached. Their dynamic bothered Maggie;
she wished they were more equal partners. She was also worried about
her sister, Sarah, who was having trouble with her husband, Kirk, who
drank too much and was very controlling and very rigid in his views,
some of which were repugnant — like his views about women, for
example. He was a devote Catholic and followed Saint Paul's view that
women should be subservient to men... second-class citizens whose role
was to support men. David listened quietly to her concerns, offering
only acknowledgments of the of her concerns and affirmations of her fears.

As she showed signs of coming out of it, he asked her if he could read
her journal entries. They discussed the experiment, the ethics, the
potential journal articles. David told her again how brave and creative
she was. He wondered if there was a way to turn this into a Nobel prize
— maybe if she wrote about the economic aspects? — because
this was genius-level material. He asked her how her friends and family
would react and was encouraging and supportive when she expressed how
she expected to be ostracized.

"Well, this has been great!" David said with a smile. "But I need to
be going."

"Oh. Um. Well. Ah—" her fair face turned bloody red. She leaned
over and very quietly whispered, "I wanted to— Um— Can I
please give you a blowjob in the bathroom?"

David never acted professionally but he'd been in many community
productions. His face wore just the right mixture of surprise, disgust
and desire.

"Lead the way!" And so she did, walking to the family bathroom, red-faced
and unable to look anywhere but the floor. David slipped in after her
and she was simultaneously freaked out and relieved when he locked the
door behind them.

"I-I've never done this before," she said with her eyes downcast. "Can
you coach me through it?"

"Of course: Say 'I have a surprise for you!" and then do a sexy
striptease." Her eyes grew wide with shock and her face wore a look of
dismay, but David simply stared down at her, waiting.

"I-I have a s-surprised for you, David!" she said in the least convincing
slut voice ever. But she smiled at him and then she started swaying back
and forth, running her hands over her breasts and stomach and hips. Her
face was red with embarrassment, but she slowly removed her sweater. Then
she started unbuttoning her blouse. Before she could take it off, David
said "Pants, shoes and socks first." so she swayed a bit more and then
slipped her ugly Birkenstocks off. She made a show of rolling her socks
down but as her bare feet touched the dirty bathroom floor, all she could
think about was how much fungus and urine she was touching. But she forced
herself to focus and then she unfastened her jeans and lowered the zipper.

As she went to push down on the waistband, David said "Uh-uh-uh! Dance
like that for a moment or two with your hands over your head. Rub your
body against me. Say things like 'This isn't the surprise... Wait until
I get naked.' and 'You're so handsome.' and 'I'm going to let you feel
my panties because you're making me sooo wet.'"

Maggie turned two shades darker red but she did as she was told. She
rubbed her crotch against his and said, 'You're going to love your
surprise." David was grinning like a college kid and he took out his
cell phone and started taking pictures. She was mortified but she tried
to smile pretty for the camera.

"Turn around and show me your ass while you slowly pull those pants
down. You can kind of accidentally lower your panties and flash me,
but then you should pull them back up. Your panties will be next,
after you've gotten you pants all the way off and have danced for me
some more." Maggie did as he told her.

"That's very good. Look over your shoulder and smile at me. Smile like
I'm a box of chocolate." Maggie pushed down hard on her first instinct
and instead tried to smile.

"You're so handsome, David. I really like dancing for you, but I'm really
looking forward to giving you your surprise."

He had her rub her ass on his crotch as she slowly removed her
panties. Then he had her remove her blouse and bra, all while facing away
from him (although he could see her body in the mirror). Then he had
her put the blouse back on and tease him some more with her hands and
the blouse. Finally, the big finale where she danced naked. Her pubic
bush was thick and dense. David had forgotten how big her bush was. It
was not a pleasant sight for a man who liked oral sex. He preferred
the waxed look. He knew exactly how Maggie would have seen it, like he
was a pedophile. But the truth as that it was exactly like armpit hair,
unpleasant, and best removed. 'Well,' David thought to himself. 'It'll
be gone soon and good riddance!'

"I looove being naked for you, Baby!" she cooed.

"Daddy," David corrected. "Say: I love being naked for you, Daddy."

Maggie's stomach knotted and her vagina wanted to strangle David, but she
swallowed her pride and smiled and said "I looove being naked for you,
Daddy! ... Time for your surprise, Daddy" She looked down at the floor.

"Do I have to kneel?" she asked hopefully.

"Yes, I'm afraid so," David replied matter-of-factly. So she pasted
what she hoped was a bimbo's smile on her face and sunk to her knees in
front of him. She had trouble unbuckling his belt, but he didn't move
to help her.

"Come on slut, don't act like this is your first," he hissed. She colored
and tried harder. Suddenly, David grabbed her by the hair and slapped
a hand roughly on her mouth, stifling a squeal of shock and pain.

"I'd be quiet if you don't want everyone to know what you're doing in
here." He was squeezing her cheeks painfully. She was shocked how strong
his hand was!

"And you'd better stop fucking around and get busy! Or else!" 'Or else
fucking what!?' her Id screamed, but her Ego pushed back harder. She
forced herself to smile at him and pulled desperately at his jeans. When
they finally opened, she yanked the zipper down and pulled his pants
and boxers down so that his semi-rigid cock slapped her chin.

"Oh Daddy! You're sooo BIG!" she said and started licking up and down
his shaft.

When they were married, Maggie had never have given him a blowjob like
this. It didn't rise to the level of a fetish, but David actually enjoyed
oral sex, giving as well as receiving. He liked getting the woman nude,
he liked opening her legs and teasing her, he actually enjoyed the taste
of pussy, and he liked that it was obviously enjoyable for her. David
also liked pinching a woman's nipples, but that wasn't something most
women enjoyed cold and he liked that when he went down on them, they
allowed or even encouraged his nipple play. But nipple pinching aside,
David truly enjoyed making a woman orgasm and he truly enjoyed doing it
with his mouth.

With Maggie, if he made her sufficiently aroused by pleasuring her with
his mouth (or, on one occasion, his hand), then she would sometimes
consent to reciprocate, but she generally considered it degrading. David
would have preferred to have his whole attention on her when he was
going down on her, and he would have liked her to reciprocate that. Now
was finally his chance.

Just as possession is said to be "nine-tenths of the law," enthusiasm is
surely at least nine-tenths of a good blowjob and consequently, Maggie's
blowjobs weren't generally very good. But as part of her research she'd
watched more than a few pornos and she knew the basics and then David
took things in hand, literally, by grabbing her hair in one hand and
his cock in the other.

"Open wide," he ordered and then drove his now-rigid cock deep into her
mouth. His dick was maybe a little longer and wider than average and he
was soon hurting her mouth and throat but he kept going.

"More tongue, you whore!" he hissed and put both hands on her head to
force his cock all the way down into her throat. This made her blood
boil, but she pushed those feelings aside. She felt like her throat would
be ripped up by his abuse. She was gagging and it was all she could do
to prevent herself from vomiting on his cock as he held his cock down
her throat and her face pressed against his pubic hair. Then he pulled
out and jammed it back in. After a couple minutes of this, he started
hammering her mouth. She was in agony. Her eyes were streaming with tears.
She was gagging constantly. His cock felt like a brick.

David, however, was in heaven. He'd always wanted to sexually dominate
her and she looked a mess. He wondered if he could make her cry. Without
warning, he pulled out and yanked roughly backwards on her hair to
painfully turn her face up. She looked up fearfully and he spit in
her face.

"Open your mouth, whore!" he commanded, so she did and he spit again
into her open mouth.

"Swallow!" he commanded and she obeyed. Then he went back to abusing
her throat with his cock.

Soon (although it seemed an eternity to Maggie) he was ready to cum.

"I'm ready to cum, whore!" he hissed. Her eyes went wide with panic and
she tried to stop.

"Oh, no! You fucking bitch!" David slapped her face. It wasn't a hard
blow, because with his dick in her mouth he didn't have a good angle
and no follow-through. But even a halfassed slap was a sea change for
this feminist. David ignored her. All of his thoughts were centered on
his dick.

"When a man says 'I'm going to cum,' you act excited. You moan like you
fucking love cum. You suck harder. You encourage the man! Do you hear
me? Or do I have to slap you some more?!"

Maggie could feel her stomach knot itself but she forced herself to moan
and try harder. When he momentarily pulled out she quickly said: "Oh
Daddy, I want your cum so bad, Daddy! Please cum for m—" he jammed
his cock back into her mouth and came and came. Like a fucking monk, he'd
avoided all sexual contact for a week before this so that he had a lot
of cum and he flooded her mouth. She was horrified. It was like having a
mouthful of snot, but it tasted vile too. It was salty and bitter. But
she knew what a pornstar would do and she tried to do that. She moaned
like he'd just squirted the finest chocolate into her mouth. And though
it almost killed her, she swallowed, which hurt because he was still
ramming his goddamn cock down her throat but she swallowed again.

"Oh Jesus!" David said louder than he intended but softer than he
wished. She was doing something to his cock that felt so good as waves
of pleasure rolled over him.

David had forgotten to take pictures but he did so now. He made her
smile up at him and lick his softening cock and blow him kisses. Finally,
he looked down with a smile as he zipped himself up.

"That was great!" he said. "I'll see you at your house at 2:00 to help
you out some more." and he left the bathroom.

There was a woman waiting to change her baby and Maggie's eye met hers
and she watched the woman's eyes grow wide and her mouth open. She knew
what that mom was thinking, 'What a fucking whore?!' and 'The nerve of
that slut!' Then the door swung shut and Maggie turned beet red. She
raced to lock the door and then she cleaned her face off and gargled with
the bathroom sink water to cleanse her mouth. Finally, she got dressed
as quickly as possible. When she slipped out the door of the bathroom,
the woman was not there but as Maggie walked out of the shop, she saw
the woman watching her and scowling. Maggie kept her eyes down. She was
bright red as she rushed out.

*ZZZZZ* Maggie was walking back to her office when her mobile buzzed.

It was a text from David: "Did that fat woman with the baby see you in
the bathroom?" and *ZZZZZ* "Answer immediately, or the deal is off."

"Yes," she texted back. "So embarrassed"

*ZZZZZ* "Are you still at the coffee shop?"

"No. Walking to my office."

*ZZZZZ* "Go back and interview her." Maggie blanched.

"I have no questions to ask."

*ZZZZZ* "No problem..."

*ZZZZZ* "Did you see that I was naked in there? How did make you feel?"

*ZZZZZ* "What do you think I was doing in there?"

*ZZZZZ* "On a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being the highest, how slutty do
you think it was that I gave a man a blowjob in a public bathroom?"

"Do I have to?"

*ZZZZZ* "Do you want my help? You need to tackle this thing head
on!" Maggie had stopped walking.

With a groan, she turned around and went back to the coffee shop. She
hoped that the woman had left, but she was right where she'd been when
Maggie left. With a audible sigh, Maggie went over to her and sat down
in the closest chair.

"May I ask you some questions?" The woman looked up from her tablet and
sputtered for a few seconds.

"What!?" she spat.

"I'm engaged in research and it would help my research out a lot of
you could answer a few questions. It will only take a few minutes." The
woman looked extremely dubious. For a second, Maggie was afraid she'd
jump up and bolt out of there. Probably, having a sleeping baby in her
arms prevented it.

"Fine."

Maggie took out a journal and made a new entry header. "Uh, did you see
me in the bathroom? Ah. You know, a few minutes ago?"

"Yes!" the woman hissed. "I did!" If words could stab, she would have
stuck those words in Maggie's chest.

"Ah. Did you see that I was naked in the bathroom?"

"Yes!"

"How did that make you feel?"

Maggie continued the interview. She wasn't used to add-libbing quite
so much, but that was nothing compared to the intense embarrassment she
felt at interviewing this woman who clearly thought she was a complete
slut. The woman couldn't believe that anyone would do such a disgusting
thing in a public bathroom. Maggie rated a 10 out of 10 as a whore. "I'd
pick 12, if I could!"

Maggie knew she had to collect demographic information. The woman was
obviously white and she refused to give her age but she was between 30
and 40 so Maggie recorded "about 35." This woman had had little contact
with pornography or the sex trade.

When the interview was over, Maggie tried to shake the woman's hand,
but the woman just stared at her out-thrust hand for a second before
Maggie mumbled another apology and left, red-faced and mortified.

***

Meanwhile, David was recording his notes on a secret, encrypted app
on his mobile: "January 13. New subject, Maggie Molloy. Subject is my
ex-wife and we had a fairly acrimonious divorce. She is also a vehement,
activist feminist and my suggestions conflicted directly with those
values. In my estimation, these considerations approximate the kind
of deep-seated distrust and dislike that might characterize an enemy
diplomatic or intelligence operative.

"Today at 11:45AM, I surreptitiously administered a 400 mg double dose
by dropping two 200mg tablets into a decaf coffee with soy milk and
sugar and stirring vigorously. Approximately 25 minutes later, subject
showed all signs of susceptibility to suggestion. During that time,
I employed a conciliatory speech suggesting that I was on 'her side.'

"As a result of suggestions, I was able to alter subject's memory
of events and induce her into a completely new line of research
diametrically opposed to her prior work in the area. She apparently
accepted the suggestions as if they were her own thoughts and memories
and has taken definite actions contrary to her previous professional
and personal values."

David did not elaborate on the specifics. He hoped that the CIA (or,
more likely, the NSA) couldn't read the data on his phone but if so, they
didn't need to know about blowjobs in coffee shop bathrooms. Although,
he reflected, his handler might guess what specific actions he might
induce her to take. It probably didn't take a genius. But David was an
optimist and so far the agency hadn't taken any official notice of his
unethical and surely illegal extracurricular research.

<b>END of Part 1</b>