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think they want your wife? You don’t think they’ll claim responsibility for her and . . . and anything else . . ?” Aldo paused when Jake snapped a glare at him. “And you know damn well what that ‘anything else’ is. You know it. Here’s your proof Graison. You’re sterile, how did your wife get pregnant?”
    Immediately Jake stood up. “Conversation over.”
    Standing as well Aldo continued his plight. “How did your faithful loving wife end up in bed with Billy Griffith?”
    Jake froze and spun hard to Aldo. “I said, this conversation is fuckin over. You hear me?”
    “No, you hear me. That little Spanish Fly they doused the bourbon with. It wasn’t your average, run of the mill, urban legend aphrodisiac. It was a viable drug, Jake. A drug that not only stimulates the hormones to increase the urge, but a drug that also stimulates the ability to conceive. An infertility clinic came up with the idea and they hired Caldwell. Caldwell invented it, created it, enhanced it. then viably tested it. And the results . . .” Aldo whistled. “Were amazingly successful. Viewable at any time in a remarkable case study named . . . .Cal Graison.”
    Jake took a deep breath.
    “Worry, Jake. Worry.” In the silence, Aldo stared at Jake for a moment. “Call me.” After finishing his drink, with no more to be said, Aldo walked out.

Caldwell Institute - Los Angeles, CA
    August 29 th
     
    His left hand rested upon the larger, fleshy, nude buttocks of the sexually exhausted woman in his bed. In his other hand, Greg gripped a phone. His eyes though,  never left the woman’s body which wasn’t even covered by the sheet. On her stomach, arms extended she laid. Her thicker body pillowed in a beauty Greg found hard to resist. He tried to pay attention to the man who spoke to him on the phone. His scientific instinct was able to pick up and decipher the information that was needed. But Greg couldn’t help it, the more he watched the woman, the more he just wanted to dive in and devour her all over again. He thought to himself that he would have to make it a point to get her name. She was definitely someone he wanted to get together with again whenever he returned to Los Angeles.
    Work. Attention. Greg rubbed his eyes. “I’m sorry repeat that,” he said.
    The woman shifted slightly on the bed, releasing a soft moan of her dreams that was  too reminiscent to Greg of all that just transpire. A twinge of excitement hit him.
    “Um . . . OK.” He tried to draw his attention back to the conversation. “Are you sure? Graison and Aldo were talking about this?”
    Her sleepy heavy exhale caused Greg’s fingers to widen. He slid them more across her rear in a soft gripping manner as he wedged the phone between his shoulder and cheek, freeing up his other hand for his own  personal exploration.
    “And they said . . .” Greg’s eyes closed. “What?” He asked, realizing at that moment he was impressing himself with his ability to do three things at one time. Talk. Fondle. Manipulate. Increasing the intensity and speed of each with every passing second. “You’re sure they mentioned that specifically?” He questioned in a haste. “Any . . .” Eyes glued on the woman,  he breathed heavily, and squirmed some. “Deals?’
    A change of her sleeping position was an invitation to Greg. The inch of her weight to one side, and slow ‘lift and bend’ of her leg, caused Greg’s hand to slip into the wispy hair area she inadvertently exposed. The aromatic hint of nature’s calling perfume swept up to him, and he groaned.
    “I’m sorry.” Greg caught himself. “Thank you. I’ll . . . I’ll take care of it.” Not wanting to, but knowing it wouldn’t be difficult to get the momentum back, Greg let go and grabbed the phone, setting it on the base.
    Because he had to, he took a moment to be in a business mode. Completely out of the bedroom realm, Greg placed his thoughts on the conversation. He rehashed the information