“-- Science Lab. Let’s tackle that project you were telling
me about.”
Normally, Amy would know where the Science Lab was
-- She taught there every day! -- but now that she was
the “new girl in school,” I had to show her the ropes.
It took us awhile to get to the lab -- there was much
snuggling on the way -- and when we got there -- well,
there was even more snuggling, this time with the
lights off!
When we finally came up for air, Amy was raring to go. I
was failing chem, but Amy was a whiz at science and
she claimed she could teach me. Sure didn’t work the
first time, I thought. The “old” Mrs. Johnson was enough
of a distraction, but now that she was my dream girl...
No way!
“Okay! Focus!” Amy grabbed me by the ear and I quickly
told her where my lab station was, before she
completely yanked it off. She picked up a test tube filled
with brown sludge and scowled at it. “What IS this?”
she asked.
“My science project?” I murmured, weakly.
“OK... What’s it supposed to be?”
“Um... green, I think.”
“No, I mean...” She looked into my totally blank eyes.
“Never mind. Where’s your chem book?”
I pointed at the floor. The chem book was under one of
the legs of the table, keeping it steady.
“Would you get it for me, sweetie?” Amy went to the
cupboard and assembled a massive amount of
chemicals, while I retrieved the book, which caused the
table to lean.
I opened the book and showed her the project. “Oh,
that’s simple!” she said, totally crushing my ego.
Suddenly, her hands were a blur as she began to mix
chemicals in several tubes. In a few seconds she was
finished.
“Now, we nuke it!,” she said as she ignited the bunsen
burner. She set it on low, and adjusted the rack of test
tubes so that her project was directly over the flame.
Right next to it was the tube with my brown sludge in it.
“This will take a few minutes. Got any ideas on how to
pass the time?” Amy said as she cocked one leg,
causing her short skirt to flip up and show some pink
panty.
“You’re a wonderful teacher, Ms. Johnson,” I said,
squeezing Amy’s perfect butt and gently pulling her to
the floor. “How can I ever reward you?
Unbeknownst to us, while we were rolling around on
the floor, we accidentally nudged the table a bit,
causing the test tube rack to slide slightly on the
uneven table, casing the brown sludge to come to rest
over the open flame. After a few minutes of heat, the
brown sludge turned green. Apparently, this is what
Amy expected to see as the final results of her
experiment, not knowing that it was my stuff that got
cooked -- not hers.
After we finished groping each other, Amy inspected the
results and declared them sound. “Just one more
test...” she said, raising the test tube to her lips.
“WAIT! Are you crazy?” I cried. I mean, who knows what
this gunk was supposed to be. Certainly not me -- the
guy who hadn’t cracked the chem book all semester.
“Calm down, baby. It’s just a simple sugar compound.”
Amy downed about half the contents of the test tube in a
single swallow.
“Mmmmmmm, chemicals...” she moaned, Homer-like.
Then Amy began to look very odd...