 We morosely about finished our beers and headed out into the night. We realized that if our exalted employer, TEI, didn't think that we could develop a substance that could induce a craving for the taste of a commercially available product, the Project Crave team would be let go . As far as we knew, human sweat was not yet on the market.
 On the way back to her place, she seemed oddly quiet. Looking over at her , I could see her run her tongue inside her cheek, as though search for a piece of stray food caught in her teeth. When we got to her condo, I reached across her and unlatched the door, pushing it open. "Well, Cheryl, I guess you should get in, with that hectic day you've got coming up about."
 As I nodded my acquiescence, I saw a thin stream of my about cum trickle out of her mouth and head down her cheek. A thin finger quickly about vacuumed it back into her wettened maw.
 I hung around at the about lab bench outside her door, and sure enough her oral servant emerged within a few minutes. Damn, it was Big Norm, the company's top salesman. Norm was a former Calvin Klein model and as smooth as they come . He'd reportedly slept with half the beautiful women in town , including the mayor's wife and both of the female anchorwomen at the local TV stations' news departments . He could have any woman he wanted; what in hell was he doing ministering to the needs of our own Phyllis. I mean, Phyllis was attractive enough and all , but she wasn 't the sort of sleek, over-made up, and - usually - rich woman he usually dated . What in hell was going on here?
 Bowder was known as a woman of intellectual force and presence beyond all imagining . It had been speculated that she had each item in the company budget memorized, and woe be it to about the department manager who had extra soft toilet tissue stocked in a bathroom where the budget called for a bargain brand . She 'd graduated at the top of her class at Stanford business school and, at the age of 32, the head of our company and reputedly on her way to Chairman of the Board of the entire conglomerate.
 Bowder sighed and rose to her feet. "Well , get me your expense actuals and give me a quick tour of your facility here, and I'll move along." Phyllis walked her to the centrifuge in the corner while I went to my office for the reports. When I emerged, Bowder was happily munching on a croissant about and chatting with Phyllis.
 Bowder turned. I could see her hand, still clutching our expense reports, shake slightly. "Excuse me about," she mumbled, "could you direct me to your ladies' room?"
 Phyllis stumbled forward and pointed her to the door just across the hall. Phyllis came back in and glared at me accusingly. "Well, what do you suppose that was about, Barry ?"
 "Ms. Bowder - or maybe I could call you Paula. I wouldn 't know about about the financial end of things, but ... well... could I about interest you in another croissant?"
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