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Please let me know if you want the series to continue.

   Riv Yavtry

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   The company didn't object to workplace relationships in principle.  In
surveys nearly two‑thirds of the people quizzed confessed to
workplace romances and over a third met their long‑term partner at
work so the odds would have been against them.  However they came down like
a ton of bricks if they thought a relationship was impacting work.  I was
confident that what I had with Anne wasn't a problem.  She was the only
Senior Lab Technician working for me and had a solid performance record so
favoritism wouldn't be an issue.  However I wasn't sure what I had with
Anne.  Did a few shared lunches, one date and oral sex count as a
relationship?  And what did Anne think of it?  When I had tried to insert a
finger in her cunt she had frozen, yet when I had inserted a finger in her
ass it had brought her off.

   Monday morning Anne came to see me in my office, closing the door so no
one could overhear.  "I'm sorry about Saturday and I owe you an
explanation. I want to tell you but it's hard for me and I'd rather not do
it here.  Would you like to go to the local Thai restaurant one night?  The
food's good and they have private booths." That sounded good to me, and we
agreed on Tuesday night.

   We walked to the restaurant from work because it was only a couple of
blocks away.  The food was indeed very good.  Anne stuck to mineral water
and I had ginger beer because I find the taste of ginger goes well with
Thai food.  We didn't talk much because I could tell Anne was uneasy about
the revelation she was going to make.  After coffee she began her tale.

   "It all started when I was sixteen and my brother was twenty.  It was my
brother's best friend's engagement party.  His friend raped me.  I told my
mum and we went to the cops.  It was horrible the way the police treated
me. Male officers were standing round and looking as the photographer took
pictures of the bruises on my thighs and the doctor took a swab from my
vagina.  In the end he got away with it because it was his word against
mine and he said I'd agreed to sex and the bruising was insufficient to
prove force.  The engagement was called off after only one day and my
brother hasn't spoken to me since.  I didn't even think about pregnancy
because I was so naīve and he was only in me for about 5 seconds, and the
cops didn't bring up the possibility either.  I didn't want an abortion but
I didn't know whether to keep the baby or have it adopted.  After my
brother left home and I told my dad I was pregnant he couldn't cope and
turned to drink.  One day he was driving me back from the ante‑natal
clinic he swerved onto the wrong side of the road and hit another car
head‑on.  My dad and the other driver died instantly.  I was wearing
a seatbelt so I was ok, but I lost the baby.  The insurance company said my
dad had been over the limit and refused to pay up.  I was able to finish
school but mum couldn't put me through college."

   Anne took a long pause and sipped her coffee.

   "Since the rape I haven't been able to let men penetrate me.  My mind
says yes but my body says no.  I've seen all sorts of counsellors and
therapists but none have been able to help.  I've dated a few men and some
have been really nice but they've all left me when I was unable to have
sex. I really wanted sex and we did all sorts of foreplay but when it came
to consummation I froze.  A couple got really pissed and called me a tease
and forced me."

   She stopped again.  I could see tears forming in her eyes.  She
continued in a whisper "And the horrible thing is I think I liked it."

   I didn't say anything at first.  Anne obviously needed time to recover
from what she had told me.

   "You know I'd never force you to do anything you didn't want to." It
sounded lame but it was all I could think of.  "Yes" she whispered. 
"Saturday night was magic and I will always remember it."

   We finished our coffees in contemplative silence.  After we settled the
bill we called a cab and waited outside.  "Would you think it awful of me
not to invite you in?" said Anne.  "Tonight has been hard for me and I need
some quiet time.  And you probably need time to think about what I said,
and whether it's worth continuing to see each other." "Anne, you've been
very brave to tell me all this.  It certainly hasn't made me think any the
less of you.  And if you want to keep seeing me and you want to make love,
we can work things out together.  If you want, we could try muscle
relaxants.  Have you thought about anal sex?  You came when I put my finger
in your ass." "I heard that was painful and messy and could make you
incontinent.  But if you still want to see me, I'll think about it."

   Wednesday lunchtime we kept our regular lunchtime date in the
restaurant. Most of the meal was conducted in silence, punctuated by the
odd observation about work.  Neither of us brought up the important issues.

   Thursday morning a heavy cardboard box was delivered to on my desk.  I
knew what it was but it still felt like an early birthday present had
arrived.  Our City Library is very good.  They have an on‑line system
documenting what books they have and whether they're currently out on loan.
The system also covers their `reserve collection' of books that are too
expensive or out‑of‑print or too adult for the general display.
That's how I had found they had a copy of Professor von Ehrlich's "Basic
Principles of Recombination for the Synthesis of Chemicals".  Now
out‑of‑print, it's a definitive work which is still the best
single publication available.  There's a sort of academic joke that von
Ehrlich had prepared a draft of a second volume by his death, called
"Advanced Principles", but it was never published.  "Basic Principles" was
about ten years ahead of his time, so how far ahead would "Advanced
Principles" have been!  Basically it's a sort of cookbook of ways to
synthesize complex chemicals from smaller building blocks.  I wouldn't have
been able to produce my pheromone preparations without it, but I had only
been allowed to borrow the library copy intermittently for short periods. I
had tracked down a second‑hand copy on the internet - it had cost me
$750 but it was worth every cent.  And now I could return the library copy
for the final time.

   Thursday evening I went to the City Library with their book.  It wasn't
very busy.  Both the checking‑in and checking‑out counters were
staffed, but for books from the reserve collection you had to go to a
separate enquiries desk.  The enquiries desk was unstaffed but I could see
a librarian bustling about in the administration area behind.  She was
overweight and frumpy with thick glasses and large pendulous breasts poorly
disguised by a baggy top.  I was sure she had seen me but she chose to
ignore me, shuffling first one pile of papers then crossing the room and
shuffling another pile.  I quickly became annoyed at her rudeness.  I
guessed her position on my pheromone wheel, then put a dab of the opposite
preparation on the spine of the book.  After what seemed like eons, she
came over to the desk to serve me.  I handed her the book.  She typed away
on her keyboard seemingly unaffected by the pheromones.  Perhaps I had
guessed wrongly, or perhaps she was on the pill.  She looked up.  "I'm
sorry, there's a problem.  Please come and wait in the office while I sort
it out." She led me to a small office.  It had an office chair, a desk and
a comfy chair and a couple of filing cabinets.  She directed me to the
comfy chair then left the room.  It was very stuffy in the office - it
obviously wasn't used much and the air‑con was switched off.

   I was making love to Anne with long, languid strokes.  Slowly our mutual
arousal grew until eventually we could no longer hold back and we came
simultaneously... ...  and I woke up to find the frumpy librarian kneeling
in front of me, pumping my shrinking cock with her left hand to milk the
last of my ejaculation into her sucking mouth while frigging herself under
her skirt with her right hand.

   She noticed I was awake.  "The problem's all sorted.  You can go now."
She got up and left the office.  I was gobsmacked.  Could I call the cops?
"A librarian has just indulged in non‑consensual sexual activity with
me." "I've just had some semen stolen and the culprit has swallowed the
evidence?" In the end I left the library without making a fuss.  It was a
nice evening and I wanted some fresh air so I walked home.  I felt an eerie
sensation as though someone were following me.  I turned round quickly and
saw a girl about twenty yards behind me on the sidewalk.  My heart leapt
into my mouth because it looked like the kid from the park, then I calmed
down as a second look revealed her to be rather older.

   Friday afternoon Dr Hadaway dropped by again.  "I went to see Irving
last night to give him the monthly reports.  Everything's sorted out and
he'll be back at work on Monday.  It seems his kids had a mega‑fight
or something, and Irving and Maria have decided they have to separate them
so they're sending the boy to boarding school.  Strange, when I was there,
both kids seemed very upset about it." I wasn't surprised but I wasn't
going to tell him why.

   Saturday afternoon my doorbell rang.  I nearly had a heart attack when I
saw who was there.  It was the kid from the park with the girl I had seen
on my way home from the library.  Up close, I could see the family
resemblance.  Skinny, small breasts, narrow hips and long chestnut hair
tied in a ponytail.  The older girl looked about 15.

   "Can I help you?" "You did something to my sister" said the older girl.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what you mean." "In the park.  She recognised you
when she saw you again in the library." I didn't want a scene on my
doorstep.  "I think you'd better come in."

   I showed the girls into the lounge and they chose to share the sofa. 
"Can I get you something to drink?" "Cola" said the younger girl.  "No, we
don't want anything.  You might drug us or something" said the older girl.
"And put your bodies in bin liners and throw you in the river at midnight?"
The older girl blanched a little - my botched attempt at humor had
obviously hit a nerve.  "Here's what we'll do.  I'll bring a bottle of cola
from my fridge and three glasses.  I'll pour equal quantities into each
glass.  You can choose who takes which glass and I'll take the first drink.
Is that ok?" "I suppose so" said the older girl.

   On the way to the kitchen I pressed the `record' button on my phone.  I
don't have an answering machine as such, but the phone has a direct
connection to my computer.  If a caller wants to leave a message or if I
press the `record' button while the phone is active, the phone call is
recorded on my hard drive.  If I press the `record' button while the phone
isn't active, the conversation in the room is recorded on my hard drive.

   I served the cola as prescribed.  The older girl indicated I should take
the glass furthest away from me so I did, and took a long drink from it. 
The girls followed suit.

   "I'm Brian Hardy.  And you are?" "I'm Kathleen Quinn and this is my
sister Mallory" said the older girl.  "I didn't do anything in the park. 
Your sister came up to me and asked the time then she started rubbing
against me.  She fainted, so I checked her breathing and pulse.  She seemed
to be recovering ok so I left her to wake up on her own.  I didn't hurt her
or take anything." "Kids her age don't act like that on their own.  I know
you did something to her and when I tell the authorities they'll never let
you see another patient." "I'm sorry, what do you mean about patients?"
"You're a doctor, aren't you?  It says so on your mailbox." "Not that sort
of doctor.  I'm a research chemist with a PhD.  I work for a company making
scent and lipstick." "Cool" said Mallory, "can you get us some samples?" "I
suppose so." Kathleen was clearly unhappy about the digression.  "In that
case we'll go to the cops and tell them you molested Mallory and they'll
put you in jail." "It will be my word against hers and there's no evidence
because I didn't molest her." "I saw you."

   The older girl was obviously lying because I hadn't seen anyone else in
the park, but even if the police believed me, most people operated on the
principle of `no smoke without fire' and the tabloids frequently reported
cases of people whose lives were ruined by accusations of molestation which
the accuser later admitted were false.

   "Just supposing I give you the money you ask for, what's to stop you
coming back again and again for more?" "You don't get it, do you?  The
stupid cow thinks she loves you.  She wants you to be her first." Mallory
blushed and looked at the floor.  "Sorry?" I asked, not quite
understanding. "She wants you to take her virginity." "I think that's a
really bad idea.  If anyone found out, I definitely would go to jail.  Her
insides are too small and undeveloped for sex and it would hurt when I
break her hymen." "We've taken care of the last two.  I've broken her in
using a rubber cock I found in my mum's wardrobe.  And the stains on her
jeans and panties prove she's ready - when I saw them I thought she'd been
raped and I made her show me she was still intact.  And your first point
doesn't count.  If you don't do it, you go to jail.  If you do it, you get
to bang my sister and go to jail.  So you get to bang my sister for free.
Only a poofter would turn that down." There was a grotesque logic to the
girl's argument.  She continued.  "I gave my cherry to a slimeball in an
alley when I was thirteen.  Mallory deserves better and she's only eighteen
months younger than I was.  So the deal is you treat her real nice and give
her a good time before you bang her and you make it real special for her
and you record it as a souvenir so she can treasure it forever" she
continued.  "And I get to watch," she tacked on as an afterthought.  "Look,
I need time to think about this.  There's a lot at stake." Kathleen
considered.  "That's fair enough.  Let us know when you've decided.  But
not too long." "How can I get in touch with you?" "Oh, you'll see us
around."

   The girls finished their drinks and I showed them out.  Suddenly the
house seemed very claustrophobic and I needed some fresh air.  I picked up
my mobile and keys and stopped by the window, from which I saw the girls
crossing the street away from my house.  Mallory glanced back and saw me.
She said something to Kathleen and the two girls giggled.  On the opposite
sidewalk they both stopped, lowered their jeans and mooned at me.  Mallory
was wearing a pair of white schoolgirl panties and wasn't showing anything.
But Kathleen was naked and I could see her beautiful clean‑shaven
pussy, lissom thighs and taut buttocks.  I revised my opinion of Kathleen
from `skinny' to `fit'.  Almost instinctively I took out my mobile and
photographed the scene.  The girls giggled, waved at me, then pulled up
their jeans and ran off.













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