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"Hmmm," said Amy, musing over my shoulder, watching me and especially watching the chemicals as they bubbled atop the burner. "Whatcha workin' on?" she posed rather innocently, but I knew better. Amy was far from innocent. 
She was distracting me and the other people were coming back from their coffee breaks, still chattering away about the big fight. I didn't want anyone to know what I was working on, of course so I quickly extinguished the burner and set the beaker aside to cool. I was thinking to get back to it before the day ended because I had a big date that night with the hunky boxing promoter Giovanni. "Wanna come work out with me again today, Sherrie?" Amy asked. I shook my head, no. I admit I was upset because I didn't have time to finish making my potion, but I also got to thinking that maybe I should let my body detox from it so that I wouldn't develop a tolerance to it! I'd hate to drink it and find that the serum no longer worked, so I left the lab and went down to the cafeteria to have lunch. I walked out of the lab and down the hall to the elevator. I didn't think much about the half-finished formula I had left sitting at my station. It wouldn't do any good to drink it until all of the chemicals had combined within it, so I was stuck with my scrawny body for a few more hours. After work, however, I had plans! I had already picked out the miniskirt and high heels that I was going to wear on my date with Giovanni. I had a tight short leather miniskirt that I would never, ever wear, as long I was as thin as a beanpole and a revealing top that would show off my pumped biceps and huge 46-inch pecs. Giovanni loved my massive quads and had spent most of the night wrapped in them, insisting that I crush him until he couldn't take it anymore! | |
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