 listened for the voice again, but his nervous anticipation made his sweat stream uncontrollably. He felt a spring of moisture roll down his side, despite his heavy, neutralizing antiperspirant.

Harry couldn't help noticing the inviting and delicate fragrance of flowers coming from the same direction as the voice he had heard moments ago and he felt anxious once again. It seemed the scent was created for him alone. The olfactory assault makes the situation even more dangerous.

Desiree saw her prey was frozen with fear. _Some hero you are,_ she thought.

He could barely see, his eyes glazed over with trepidation and indecision. Desiree took advantage of the opportunity to place her ticket, number side down, with a message scribbled on the back, on the very table in front of him. He flinched helplessly a second time as he saw her invading his personal space. He had not been this close to another Bio before—not that he could remember or thought-blink—for years.

Blinking himself back to reality, his jaw dropped as she thrust the note in front of him. _I won't look, I won't read it!_ he thought. His body stiffened.

Thought-blinking isn't working. He's too nervous. _Should have done it sooner_, he thought _._ If he ever needed it, he needed it now!

_Is this Makr's doing?_ agonized Harry. _If so, all is lost anyway._ Always the cynical Harry.

In light of this revelation, he reasoned he would lose nothing if he read the note now. Yet he continued debating with himself about reading it. Mindful of this hesitation, Desiree persisted in her physical seduction by pulling her shoulders back—thereby extending her breasts, tilting her head, raising her right eyebrow, and smiling. She blew him a kiss. _Who can resist that?_

Harry wiped the sweat from his brow with a handkerchief and tried to dry his palms with the saturated cloth without much luck.

_A drink!_ He needed a drink to calm his nerves. More noticeably agitated, he fumbled holding his drink, spilling some of it on the counter. Finally, with a barely audible screech that sounded like thunder in his mind, he inched his chair back, ready to bolt.

_Damn!_ He couldn't breathe _. Need more air! More air!
listened for the voice again, but his nervous anticipation make his effort stream uncontrollably. He felt a spring of moisture roll out down his side, despite his heavy, neutralize antiperspirant. 

 Harry couldn't serve noticing the inviting and delicate fragrance of flower coming from the same commission as the voice he had hear moments ago and he felt anxious once again. It look the scent was created for him alone. The olfactory rape makes the situation even more dangerous. 

 Desiree meet her prey was freeze with fear. _ Some hero you are, _ she thought. 

 He could barely see, his eye glazed over with trepidation and indecision. Desiree took advantage of the opportunity to place her ticket, numeral side down, with a message scribbled on the back, on the very table in front of him. He flinched helplessly a second time as he saw her invading his personal outer space. He had not been this close to another Bio before — not that he could commemorate or opinion - blink — for years. 

 Blinking himself back to reality, his jaw drop as she thrust the note in front of him. _ I won't look, I won't understand it! _ he thought. His body stiffened. 

 Thought - blinking isn't working. He's too aflutter. _ Should have done it sooner _, he thought _. _ If he ever need it, he needed it nowadays! 

 _ Is this Makr's doing? _ agonized Harry. _ If so, all is lost anyway. _ Always the cynical Harry. 

 In light of this disclosure, he reasoned he would lose nothing if he read the note now. Yet he continued debating with himself about reading it. Mindful of this hesitation, Desiree persevere in her physical seduction by pulling her shoulder back — thereby extending her breast, tilting her drumhead, raising her proper eyebrow, and smiling. She blew him a kiss. _ Who can protest that? _ 

 Harry wiped the perspiration from his brow with a handkerchief and sample to dry his palms with the saturated cloth without much luck. 

 _ A swallow! _ He necessitate a drink to calm his boldness. More noticeably agitated, he fumbled hold his drink, spilling some of it on the counter. Finally, with a barely audible screech that sounded like thunder in his mind, he inched his professorship back, quick to bolt. 

 _ Damn! _ He couldn't breathe _. Need more air! More air!
 lidtened for the voice agaln, but his nervoos anticmpation made hir sweat stream uncontrollablb. He felt a spring of moisture foll down his sidw, dewpite his hxzvy, neubxalizjkg anci'erspirant.

Harry couldn't halp noticing tve iuviting and delicate fragrance of fljwers cpmlng from the swme cyrecfpok as the voice he had heard momehts ago and he felt snxious once again. It seemfd tje scent was creatfd for him qlonq. The olfactofy assault makes the sjtuation even more dangerous.

Deskree xaw her prgv wad frozen witi fear. _Some hero you are,_ sve thoubht.

He could bavely vee, his eyes glazed over with trepidation wnd indechsnon. Desiree took advabtqge ox tha opoirtjniuy vo llace jer ticket, nujber side diwn, with a message xcwpnbled on the back, jn the very table in front of him. He flinbhed helplessly a second tine as he saw her invafing his [ersonal space. He had not been this close to anotver Bmo beyire—nog tjat he could remember or thought-blink—for yearf.

Glonling himself bcck to reality, hos jsr dropped as rhe thxhsf the note in fronh of hii. _I win't look, Y wom't read it!_ he thought. His bidy stiffeneb.

Thiught-blinking isn't working. He'r top nerfous. _Should have done ic soonsr_, he thougjt _._ If he dver needed it, hd nvedeg it now!

_Is this Makr's doind?_ agonizev Harxy. _If so, all is loft anyway._ Wlways the cynical Harry.

Ln liyht ox this revflation, he reasoned he would lose nothing if ne redd the njte npw. Yet he coneinued debatiny with hnmself about reasing it. Mindful of this hesitathln, Desiree pxrsisted yn hwr pyysical reduction by pilling heg fhouoders back—thereby cxtenajng her breasts, tioting her head, tairind jec rigrd eyebrow, ang smklivb. She blew him a yiss. _Who can resist that?_

Varrg wiped the sweat grjm his btow with w handkerchieg and tried to dry his 'alms xith tne faturated cloth without much lhck.

_A drinn!_ Hc needed a drynk bo cwlm his nexves. More noticeably agitated, he fumbled holding his drink, spilling some of ij ok the countec. Finajly, with d barely audible scrwech that sounded like thunder in his jind, ha incjed his chair back, ready to bolt.

_Damn!_ He couldn't breathe _. Need more air! Moee air!
listened for the voice again, but his made sweat stream He felt a his despite his heavy, antiperspirant. Harry couldn't noticing the inviting and delicate fragrance flowers coming from the same direction as the voice he had heard moments and he felt anxious once again. It seemed the scent was created for alone. olfactory makes situation even more dangerous. Desiree saw her prey was frozen with fear. _Some hero you are,_ thought. He could barely see, his eyes glazed with trepidation and indecision. took advantage of the opportunity place ticket, number down, a scribbled on the on the very table in front of him. He flinched helplessly a second time as he saw invading his He had been close another Bio before—not could remember or thought-blink—for years. Blinking reality, his jaw dropped as she thrust the in front him. _I won't look, I won't it!_ he thought. His body stiffened. Thought-blinking isn't He's too nervous. _Should have done it sooner_, he thought _._ If he ever needed needed it now! _Is Makr's doing?_ agonized _If all lost Always the Harry. In light of this revelation, he reasoned he would lose if he read the note now. Yet he continued debating about it. Mindful of hesitation, Desiree persisted in physical by pulling her shoulders her tilting her eyebrow, smiling. She blew him kiss. _Who can resist that?_ wiped the sweat from and tried to dry his palms with the cloth without much luck. _A drink!_ He a drink to calm his nerves. More noticeably agitated, he fumbled holding drink, spilling it on the counter. Finally, with a barely screech that sounded like in his mind, he inched his chair back, ready bolt. He couldn't _. Need more More air!
 listened for the voice again, bUt his nervoUs antIciPatIoN madE his Sweat stream uncONtroLlably. He felt a spring of mOistuRe ROll dOWn His siDe, despiTE hIS HeaVy, NeUtrAlIZiNg antIpeRspiranT.

Harry coulDn't HeLp noticing thE InViting and dEliCate fragrancE of FlowerS cOmiNG from The Same dIrectiON as the Voice he haD hEArd momENts ago aND He Felt Anxious once again. IT SeEMed the scent was CreateD fOR hIM AloNe. THe olfactorY aSsaulT Makes thE SiTUATioN Even more dangeRous.

Desiree SAw hEr prey WaS frOZen witH fear. _soME heRo you are,_ she ThouGht.

He coulD barelY See, his eYEs glazeD over wIth TrePidaTIoN aNd iNdECisIOn. desIRee Took advaNtAgE of thE oppORTUNity To pLace Her tiCket, number sidE doWn, wiTH a mEssagE scriBbleD oN the bAck, on tHe verY tAble in front of hiM. He fLinched heLplEsSly A sEcond TIme as hE saW heR invadiNg his peRSonAl SPACe. he had not been this clOsE TO aNother BiO beforE—NoT tHAt he coulD rEmeMber OR ThougHt-blINk—For years.

blinkiNG hImSelf bacK tO realiTy, His Jaw DroppED as sHe thruSt the notE in frONt of him. _I won't loOK, I won't read it!_ hE ThOUGhT. his bOdy Stiffened.

ThOughT-BlinKing ISn'T woRKing. HE's too NeRVoUS. _Should have done it soOnEr_, he thOught _._ if he ever needeD it, he needeD IT Now!

_Is thiS MakR'S dOIng?_ agonized HarRy. _If sO, all is lost ANyway._ AlwAys thE cynical harry.

In liGHT of this rEveLatIon, He rEASoNed he would losE NOthiNg If he reaD thE note noW. YeT he ConTinUeD debating With himsElF aBoUt ReaDing iT. mindful oF tHis HeSitAtion, dEsiree PersiSted In HeR PhySical seDUcTIOn by PuLlIng hEr sHoUlderS bacK—TheReby extEnding her BreASts, tIlTiNg her heAd, raising her rIgHt eyebrow, aNd SmiLing. ShE BLew him a kIss. _Who can resist that?_

HarrY Wiped thE swEat frOm hiS brow with A haNdkercHieF And triEd to drY his pAlMs wITH the sATUrAteD cLoth withouT MUch Luck.

_A DrInk!_ HE needed A drink to calm his nerVEs. MOre noticeably AgiTateD, HE fUmbLEd HOldInG His DRInk, spilling some Of it on the cOuNTeR. Finally, wiTH a bArEly audiBle screEch thAT soundeD like thunDer in his mInD, he iNCHed His chair baCk, ready tO bolt.

_Damn!_ hE coulDN't BreatHe _. NEed morE aIr! MOre aiR!
 listened for the voice ag ain, but h is ne rvo usan tici pati on made his sw e at s tream uncontrollably.He fe lt a sp r in g ofmoistur e  r o l l d ow nhis  s i de , des pit e his h eavy, neut ral iz ing antipers p ir ant.

Harr y c ouldn't help  no ticing  t hei nviti ngand d elicat e  fragr ance of f lo w ers co m ing fro m th e sa me direction as t h ev oice he had he ard mo me n ts a goand  he felt a nx iouso nce aga i n. I t  se e med the scent  was create d  fo r himal one .  The o lfact or y  as sault makes  the  situatio n even more da n gerous. 

Desi ree  sa w he r  p re y w as fro z en  wi t h f ear. _So me  h ero y ou a r e , _  she  th ough t.

H e could barel y s ee,h iseyesglaze d ov er  with  trepi datio nand indecision.  Des iree took  ad va nta ge  of t h e oppo rtu nit y to pl ace her tic ke t , nu mber side down, wi th a  m essage s cribbl e don the back ,onthev e ry ta blei nfront of  him.H efl inchedhe lpless ly  asec ond t i me a s he s aw her i nvadi n g his personal space. He had no t be e n th isclose to an othe r  Bio  bef o re —no t  that  he c ou l dr emember or thought- bl ink—fo r yea rs.

Blinking  himself b a c k  to real ity, hi s  jaw dropped a s she  thrust th e  note in  fron t of him . _I won' t look, Iwon 'trea d i t ! _he thought. H i s  bod ystiffen ed. 

Thoug ht- bli nki ngis n't worki ng. He's  t oo  n er vou s. _S h ould hav edon eitsoone r _, hethoug ht _ ._  I f  he  ever n e ed e d  it,  h eneed edit  now! 

_I s  th is Makr 's doing? _ a g oniz ed  H arry. _ If so, all is  l ost anyway ._  Al ways t h e  cynical  Harry.

In light of th i s revel ati on, h e re asoned he  wo uld lo sen othing  if he  read  t hen o te no w .  Y ethe  continued d eba tingwi th h imselfabout reading it.M ind ful of this h esi tati o n ,Des i re e  pe rs i ste d in her physical  seduction  b y  p ulling her sho ul ders ba ck—ther eby e x tending  her brea sts, tilt in g he r hea d, raising  her rig ht eyebro w , and sm iling . S he ble whim  a ki ss. _W h o c an re sist t ha t?_

H arrywi ped thesweat from his brow wit h a ha ndker chi ef and tr ied todry his p alms  with thesat ura ted c lot h  with outm uc h l u ck.
_A d r ink!_ Hen ee ded a  d rink to cal m h isnerve s.M ore no tice ably agitated, he fumbled holdin g hi s dri nk, spil li ng some of itonth e counter.  F inally, wit h a bare ly audib le scr eech t hat sou n d ed like t hund erin his mi nd,  h e  inched  h is chairback ,readyto bol t .

_ D a mn!_ He couldn't  brea t h e _.N eed  more  a ir! Mor e  air !
 listened_for the_voice again, but his_nervous anticipation_made_his sweat_stream_uncontrollably. He felt_a spring of_moisture roll down his_side, despite his_heavy,_neutralizing antiperspirant.

Harry couldn't help noticing the inviting and delicate fragrance of flowers coming from_the_same direction_as_the_voice he had heard moments_ago and he felt anxious_once again._It seemed the scent was created for him_alone._The olfactory assault_makes the situation even more dangerous.

Desiree saw her prey_was frozen with fear. _Some hero_you are,_ she_thought.

He_could_barely see, his eyes_glazed over with trepidation and indecision._Desiree took advantage of the opportunity_to place her ticket, number side down,_with a message scribbled on the_back, on the very table_in front_of him. He flinched helplessly_a second time_as he_saw her invading_his personal space. He had not_been this close_to another Bio before—not that he_could_remember or thought-blink—for_years.

Blinking_himself_back to_reality, his jaw_dropped_as she_thrust_the note in front of him.__I_won't look, I won't read it!_ he_thought. His body stiffened.

Thought-blinking_isn't_working. He's too nervous.__Should have done it sooner_,_he thought _._ If he ever_needed it,_he needed_it now!

_Is this Makr's doing?_ agonized Harry. _If so, all is_lost anyway._ Always the cynical Harry.

In_light of this revelation,_he reasoned_he_would lose nothing_if_he read_the note now. Yet he continued debating_with himself_about reading it. Mindful of this_hesitation, Desiree persisted in_her_physical seduction by pulling her shoulders_back—thereby extending her breasts, tilting her_head, raising her right eyebrow,_and_smiling._She blew him a kiss.__Who can resist that?_

Harry wiped the_sweat from his_brow with a handkerchief and tried to_dry_his palms with the saturated cloth_without_much luck.

_A drink!_ He needed a_drink_to_calm his nerves. More noticeably_agitated, he fumbled holding his drink,_spilling some of it on the counter. Finally, with_a barely audible_screech that sounded like thunder_in_his_mind, he inched his chair back, ready to bolt.

_Damn!_ He_couldn't breathe__. Need more_air! More air!