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charge of everything about her now, her destiny, her fate.
    The young lover was just a prop, a pretty part of the scenery with a hard dick. The Watcher knew killing him would only bring a small measure of satisfaction.
    She was what he wanted.
    He’d been up most of the night, trying to decide how he would do it.
    Looking into her eyes. Yes, of course.
    They were very blue.
    It was time to let her know he was out there.

    * * * *

    Jake obligingly reached for a beaker on one of the shelves just above his head and absently handed it to the young woman next to him. Gillian Wesley, one of the other grad students, accepted it with murmured thanks. At the moment, they were the only two in the lab, which at this time on Monday afternoon wasn’t unusual.
    Short and just slightly overweight, with curly brown hair and a good natured smile, she shot him another curious glance as she Watcher
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    began to distill liquid from a pipette. “You are in a very good mood today, Jake. What’s up?”
    “I had a…” he groped for the correct word, couldn’t find one descriptive enough, and finally supplied, “…a nice weekend.”
    “Nice, huh?” She twisted the pipette closed and gave him a level stare.
    He grinned. “Okay, very nice.”
    “In short, you got laid. You have that self-satisfied look.”
    “I didn’t say that.” Half-irritated, half-amused she could guess so accurately, he shook his head. They had worked together for several years now and were good friends. She had an oddball sense of humor, a very forthright way of speaking her mind, and because her sexual preference was for women, there wasn’t any
    male/female tension between them either.
    “You don’t have to say it. I can sense these things and guys are so transparent anyway.” Gillian gave a small snort. “Who is she?”
    “No way.”
    She propped one hip on the edge of the long table and folded her arms across her ample chest. “Let me guess, you caved and it was one of those leggy blonds in your cell bio class who are probably really English lit majors or something. I saw one in the hall the other day and her skirt was so short that the cheeks of her cute little sophomore ass were practically hanging out. Nice view, but way too obvious.”
    He shook his head decisively. “I’m not in the habit of nailing students, Gilly. Give me some credit, please.”
    “From the way that one was dressed, you sure could if you wanted to, my friend. If it wasn’t one of the blonds, who then?
    Come on, give over. My sex life is so pathetic. I’ll settle for hearing about yours.”
    Jake knew her last girlfriend had moved out a few months ago, but she seemed to be finally getting over it, because for a while she wouldn’t have been able to joke about it.

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    “Yeah, well, sorry, I’m not talking.” He glanced at his watch, noting that the real subject of their discussion would probably be back in her office. Jana’s last class had ended a half an hour ago and he still had her key to the supply room.
    It was ridiculous, because he wasn’t in junior high anymore, but he still felt an almost adolescent itchy desire just to see her.
    As if on cue, the door opened and Jana came into the lab.
    Today she wore a dark blue knit dress that was conservative in length and style, but there was nothing wrong with the way it clung to the curves of the body he now knew so intimately. Low heeled pumps in a matching color emphasized her fabulous legs, and as always, she carried off looking very attractive and feminine, yet entirely business-like.
    Doing his very best to seem nonchalant, he said with as little inflection as possible, “Hello, Professor. I was just going to bring you your key.”
    “No problem. I have a meeting in a few minutes and thought about it as I was passing by.” Jana looked and sounded absolutely normal and gave him one of her cool, distant smiles.
    The problem was, she blushed at the same time.
    A wave of color washed her cheeks