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had not been tampered with.
    As he was turning off the lights, he saw the nearby lab was still lit and, curious to know who was working at that time, he went to look.
    To his amazement he found Orlando Steiny still at work.
    “Orlando! What are you still doing here?” Ian asked.
    “I’m working... Why? And you? Did you take a stroll to the lab?”
    “I left my wristsynk in the lab. But… are you all right?”
    “Yes, of course. Why do you ask, Ian?”
    “Because you’re working all hours these days. You don’t get enough rest, Orlando.” replied Ian.
    “I really have too much to do, and I’d rather arrive an hour later in the morning and work at night: I am more productive.”
    “Be careful, Orlando. Don’t mess with stress, you're not immune. See you tomorrow, good night... and don’t stay up too late!”
    “See you tomorrow, Ian. Good night to you, too” said Orlando as he turned back to his work.
     
    In the elevator, Ian thought that the next day he would have to take a hair of Orlando and get it analyzed without his knowledge. In fact, he had noticed Orlando’s dilated pupils and hyperactivity, which could be a sign of drug addiction, and this increased the risk of a body crash in the medium term.
     
    Dayla was already in bed but not yet asleep when Ian arrived at her house; he undressed quickly and without telling her anything about his suspicions about Orlando Steiny, he immediately joined her in bed.
    “How was the symposium today?” Dayla asked sleepily.
    Ian’s response was to take off her nightshirt and, positioning himself above her on all fours, he started to trace her body with his tongue, starting at her breasts, until he felt her soft lips moving with lust around his foreskin and her tongue then running down his member.
    Ian suddenly stopped her, looking into her eyes with concern:
    “Honey, don’t you remember that the Health Tutor suggested keeping your pleasure under control? I don’t want your heart to suffer” Ian said, remembering the compulsory adults’ sex education session they had attended at the university.
    “I don’t care about that... I want to come, Ian. I don’t give a shit about the Health Tutor... Make me come like never before, and then let yourself go. I want to feel your orgasm rise and flood over me... ”
    Ian stood dumbfounded for a moment, then sat down at the edge of the bed, Dayla straddling him, and stood up, holding her back and, without interrupting their rhythm, walked with her to the bathroom. They came together under hot running water in the shower without Dayla ever setting foot on the ground.

15
     
    Ian had to wait a week before he could carry out the drug test on Orlando Steiny. His colleague had taken five days off to watch his son Matt at a federal swimming competition.
    The following Tuesday, while Orlando was on his lunch break, Ian went into the locker room shared by the two laboratories and found a sweater belonging to Steiny from which he took a hair.
     
    Back in his lab, Ian first made sure the hair actually belonged to Orlando; thanks to his position, as Commodore of Health Fleet Research, it wasn’t hard for him to enter the Organization’s database and compare the DNA sample with the information in Orlando’s healthnet file. Then he proceeded to the complete analysis of the hair to verify the accumulation of toxic substances and heavy metals.
    Since he knew the screening would take quarter of an hour, he decided to leave the BlueGray Corporation offices and go to his usual bar around the corner from his office, where they served a fabulous clubhouse sandwich.
    When Ian found that the bar was closed, he continued down the road to the Red Hook where he could enjoy traditional fish and chips. It wasn’t far.
    Ian arrived in front of the Red Hook, but also this restaurant was closed and was being demolished.
    ‘That’s really strange,’ he thought to himself. ‘I wonder why they closed. It was always full of customers.’
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