The table she leaned on shook enough for the vile of the lime-colored serum that Ashley's son spent much time developing to spill a little out of the tube and drop on her hand that was supporting her. She blinks a few times and pulls up her hands to see what spilled on her, but the serum had already been absorbed into her skin.
Seeing nothing, she shrugs and leaves the table, deciding that she should get going. As she exits the lab, she feels a slightly strange tightness in her pants, unaware that the serum was slowly starting to take effect.
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Jake arrived minutes later in his basement lab and nothing out of place catches his eyes. It is nice to have some peace and quiet in the house, but despite acting cold to his mother, he truly loves her. It's just years of being a worry-wart and doting has made him sick of all of it. Not only that but...his mother is rather...buxom. He really didn't have anyone to compare to his mother which always makes him wonder why someone like his unknown father would break up with her?
Could it be her personality? In that case, he could understand somewhat. His mother can certainly act like a clutz sometimes and even childish compared to him.
Anyways, to say that she is a distraction is putting it mildly. Even if she's simply standing safely away and observing, her assets are more than enough for me to become distracted and perhaps accidentally create a fire.
With that in mind, he pulls away from thoughts of his mother and begins some final tests. Knowing his mother, she'll bound to disrupt him again asking if he wanted anything to eat.
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"J-jake!"
The scientist flinches as he hears his mother scream frantically. The fact that he can hear her all the way from the basement could be an indication that it's serious...or that she's just whining for her help carrying the groceries and no doubt sneak in a little kiss on the forehead too. He knows her all too well.
Sighing, he shuffles some papers that contain his notes and head upstairs to ground level. There, he comes out in the front and stops, his mouth opening wide. Rachel struggles to get out of what seems to be a tight fit in her car.
No...that's putting it lightly. She's practically crawling out of the car door because she can't duck her head low enough without hitting herself. By your estimate, she must be at least...
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