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"There's one more thing I discovered. It's the reason I asked about Carol. The pheromones produced actually mix with the reciprocal pheromones a woman puts out in response to them. It intensifies them. I tested it out at work. I went to see that nurse again, making sure I was giving off pheromones. If she wanted to fuck me but I could resist, then you and I were over as friends. If I couldn't help but fuck her, then it explained what may have happened with you and Carol, assuming you weren't the one that started things."

"So you fucked her."

"Well, not really."

"You resisted?"

"No, we . . .uh . . .got interrupted." Donald resisted the urged to massage his crotch at the memory. "That's not the point. The point is that we're susceptible to them too. A girl you have no intention of fucking can attack you and you'll find yourself filled with desire for her."

"What about an antidote?"

"Of course I'm going to work on that, but I don't think it's possible. We're like coffee with sugar added. The taste changes for the better, but how do you extract the sugar once it's dissolved?"

"Couldn't you dehydrate the coffee and extract it then?"

"You want me to remove all the moisture from your body?"

"I was just making a suggestion using your analogy."

"And I was countering it."

Donald looked at Tyson in a strange way.

"What is it?"

"Nothing. I just so glad you're my friend."

The phone rang twice. Donald continued to stare at Tyson.

"You gonna get that? It's probably, Nancy."

Donald nodded but didn't move.



"Answer the phone!"

"OK." Donald picked it up. "Hello? Yes, he's here. She wants to know what to do."

"Tell her to come up."

"Come up." Donald started to hang up the phone when Tyson grabbed his hand.

"Hit 6."

Donald hit the 6 key, letting Nancy through the security door.

Tyson remembered that Donald was still giving off pheromones. "You'd better go shower. I'll air out the place."


Donald got up, disappearing into the bedroom.

Nancy arrived a few minutes later. "How'd it go?" she asked.

"We're good. He's acting a little strange though."

"Strange how?"

"I'm not sure. He seems a little out of it."
Donald emerged soon after in a fresh change of clothes. "Oh hey, Nancy."

"Hi Donny. You OK?"

"Fine. Why wouldn't I be?"

"I dunno. Tyson was a little worried about you."

"Well a lot has happened. I guess he told you everything."

She nodded.

He continued. "Now I just have to talk to Carol." The phone rang twice. Donald answered. "Hello? . . .K, come up. . . .It's Carol."

"Do you want us to leave?" Tyson asked.

"No, stay. I need you here."

"Why? To make her more uncomfortable?"

"Because you're my best friend!" Donald hugged Tyson and looked over at Nancy. "Isn't he a great guy?" he boasted.

Nancy frowned. "I'm beginning to see what you were talking about, Ty."

"Get off me, bro." Tyson gently pushed him aside.


"What are you going to say to Carol?"

"What do you want me to say?"

"You gonna to tell her about the pheromones?"

"Do you want me too?"

"Why are you putting this on me?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. How can I make it up to you?"

"What the hell is . . .Oh no! Do NOT tell me that . . .Donny?"

"Yes Tyson?"

"Quack like a duck."

"Quack quack quack quack."

"K, shut up."

Nancy was completely lost. "What's going on?"

"His sister sprayed me with this chemical and apparently it makes Donald do whatever I tell him."

"You're kidding right?"

"Look at him." Tyson said, gesturing toward Donald. "Donny, jump up and down on one leg."

Donald happily bounced in place. There was a knock on the door.

"That's Carol." Tyson realized and sighed. "You'd better get it."

Donald went to the door and opened it. Carol hit him with a left cross that landed squarely in his eye. "You son of a bitch! You had me drugged up on pheromones, didn't you?"

Tyson sighed, "Guess we're not going to have to explain it to her. Donny, answer her."

Donald turned to Carol. "I didn't know what was going on till yesterday."

"You saying you

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