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would take care of him. It would lead him to food, living breathing food. It would take all the pain away. Satoshi gave himself over to it and soon the last of his troubled thoughts vanished like dew drops evaporating in the desert sun. The last things he saw were his blistered hands pushing open the security door and heading down the hallway.
     
     

CHAPTER THREE
    Graham had his pants all the way down, bunched around his ankles. He was lost in thought. Mornings were his special time. Once the scientists were all checked into their labs they immediately got to work and forgot all about their assistants. The “geniuses” would have their heads buried deep in their personal research projects until well after lunch. Usually around one or two they'd bug him to run some menial errand. Sometimes they'd forget him until nearly five. Graham had grown used to it. He didn't even mind anymore. One day he'd have his own lab to screw around in. Until then he'd learned to take advantage of the quirks in the system, to use them to his advantage. His record was three releases in one session. He was sure he could do better. He'd even begun to bring his own hand lotion to help with the process.
    He always chose the last stall in the bathroom, the one marked Handicapped , because it was the largest and afforded him the most privacy - not that anyone ever came in. He set down his thermos of coffee and his cell phone next to a pile of adult magazines he'd picked up at a liquor store on the strip on his way over. New porn. Was there anything better? He started with the Hustler, skipping right to the prize, flipping open the centerfold and letting it hang in front of him.
    Might just go for the record today , he thought as he let out a low whistle of appreciation.
    The girl was no more than nineteen years old with dark chocolate brown curls that framed her baby doll face and unnaturally large endowments. Her nipples were puffy and bright pink. Graham had a weakness for puffy nipples.
    He wondered how they got these girls to let them take all these naked photos of them? They couldn't be paying that much money. Between the magazines and the internet their friends and family were guaranteed to see it. Still every month a whole new parade of gorgeous young girls were lined up like a feast of flesh to satisfy his darker urges and curiosities.
    Maybe they didn't have families anymore? Or maybe they wanted to piss their family off. Revenge. That had to be it. He didn't want to think about it anymore. It wasn't going to help his fantasy. It always started the same way. Graham imagined the girl as his next door neighbor Candice, from when he the street he grew up on in Cherry Wood. She'd been left home by her wealthy family and invited him over to seduce him so she could finally lose her virginity. It didn't matter that the girl changed, or that the layouts would vary from pools to the ocean to luxury apartments. He needed it to start there for the illusion to work. Where it went from there didn't matter. It always ended the same anyway.
    “She's flawless, absolutely flawless,” Graham muttered. “Skin like a saucer of cream. I bet she even smells good when she's taking a . . .” Just then a low, guttural moan echoed off the bathroom tile. Graham froze and held his breath. It sounded like a large animal had gotten into the lab. Maybe they were testing on something bigger than rabbits and no one had bothered to tell him. It couldn't be chimps. Whatever that was sounded at least as big as an orangutan.
    Spikes of adrenaline shot through him leaving an acid taste in his mouth as he went flaccid. He gingerly folded the magazine and set it down next to the others. The last thing he needed was to be caught in the bathroom spanking one out. How would he explain it to his parents, that he couldn't get another job in his chosen field because his work file was literally marked jerk off?
    He heard the door open and another unearthly growl that bounced off the