Dr. Carter got me a job as an assistant in his lab when I was nineteen. I mostly just help out and I think he enjoys the company in his big lonely laboratory, and he especially enjoys the little pranks I start to pull on him.

He gets his sinful revenge, pulling down my pants when I have both hands occupied in the glovebox doing an experiment. I can’t get them out quick enough to stop him from tapping me playfully, and when he does I get very excited indeed. I want more … much more. Give it me, Dr. Carter!