Nectar
I pressed the intercom switch. "Miss Jones, please send in Hutchinson." My door opened and my sexy secretary showed in the white coated lab tech Hutchinson. "Sit down," I indicated the chair, "I've been reading your report," I said patting the buff folder on my desk, "and I'm very impressed." Hutchinson squirmed in his seat at my praise. "Where do you see your research going from here?" "Well sir," Hutchinson stuttered, "I would like to do some human trials, but I suspect...