Ben admired the cute basful sheepishness of Delphine's face, as if she were some mere girl prankster instead of a woman scientist caught in flagrant violation of protocol. "I, ah, was just taking care of Ben!"
"And yourself, too," grumbled Dr. Wilson. "Get off the subject. Now."
"She already did," Ben joked, and Dr. Polkinghorne suppresed a giggle, but Delphine obeyed.
"Dr. Tremont, you are excused from the remainder of this study," Dr. Wilson informed her frostily.
"Yes, I'm sorry, I can understand. Can I contribute a report? Of this -- experience of mine?"
"I will consider it," Dr. Wilson said neutrally, clearly striving for patience. "Now go."
A blushing smirking Delphine gathered up her clothing and strode out naked, with a quick sidelong look and wink at Ben.
"Ahh, Dr. Wilson," said Dr. Polkinghorne, "I do believe there has been growth." Not a shy girl, she stepped forward and grabbed Ben's flaccid phallus, then placed a ruler along it. "It's true. It has grown to a length of eleven inches!"
Ben heard a sharp breath, and turned to see the blonde Dr. Braunschweig enter the room and immediately take on a "deer caught in headlights" expression as she gazed down at Dr. Polkinghorne's observation. No sooner did he notice Dr. Braunschweig, though, than he saw her followed by a blackhaired woman who favored wearing a black leotard, which was a good move for her becasue she had just about the curviest and most lushly bosomy figure Ben had even beheld, and she too immediately took on a rather zombified look.
"Oh no," moaned Dr. Wilson. "We were supposed to do this properly, but then we got ... distracted. ben, this is Dr. Corsetti, the one we've been waiting for."
Ben smiled. Introductions seemed a bit out of the question, as just about every woman except Dr. Wilson set into staring, hard-breathing silence. |