*RING* *RING* *RING*
I opened my eyes to the sound that pulled me from sleep, rolled over to grab my phone off the nightstand, saw the caller ID, and sighed. My ex-wife Kimberly and I aren't on bad terms or anything, but I always thought we would grow old together. But at last, some things in life come and go. "Kimberly, what's up?" I said, looking at the time, and it was 6 am, and she finally replied. "Stella wanted to know if you still have time to meet up for breakfast today?" She said, making me sigh inside as I didn't want to see Kimberly and her new boyfriend this early in the morning, but my three Step-daughters weren't the ones that had hurt me so. So I replied, "Yeah, I can. I don't need to get back to my experiment until this afternoon. Same place we always eat on Sunday?" I said.
"Yes, Stella is happy that you're helping her with her wedding," Kimberly said with a hint of sadness in her voice. If it were for my health problem, she would still be with me; after all, even her new boyfriend doesn't match the same level of charisma, but a woman has her needs, and it was pushing us apart, so we don't hate each other, we just went our different ways. As I hung up and got out of bed, I dragged myself to the bathroom and looked in the mirror; my brown hair had a bit of gray on the sides, a trimmed beard, and a mustache. For being 45, I still look like someone in his mid-thirties, so my looks are top-notch, as I sighed. It's been five years since I last lay with a woman. I looked down at my groin before sighing once more and getting in the shower. ED is an issue that is hard for men to deal with, but my new formula will not only fix that but also get the woman in a mood that will drive her wild. That's assuming it works.
As I got out of the shower, wiping off my body, I worked out four times a week. As my father always said, how can you ask others to respect you if you can't respect yourself? Putting on my suit and taking care of my hygiene, as I finished getting ready, I picked up my father's pocket watch, opened it, and looked at the engraving: "Your limits are only those you put on yourself." Before closing it and walking out of my house, I looked over to see the young wife doing her daily run; I waved at her as she ran by. She had long, flowing blonde hair that was up in a ponytail, I said, looking at her ample breast and ass running. I should have felt something, but I couldn't, and this annoyed me as I got into my 1968 Pontiac GTO and pulled out. Heading to the IHOP we used to go to when the girls were little, and we didn't have anything to our names, those memories are some of the best I've had, seeing my little girls smiling as they ate their pancakes. The youngest has just enrolled in FSU this year, the oldest is getting married, and the middle girl is in her last year of college at FSU.
I pulled up to see Kimberly and her boyfriend, Jamal. I sighed, shaking my head as I got out. Kimberly came over and hugged me, and I shook Jamal's hand. Before my girls started to get here, Stella was first, along with her soon-to-be husband, Jamal's nephew, James. He isn't that bad of a kid; it's just that he doesn't have his life together as he bounces from job to job, so I am worried about Stella's life with him, but I have already voiced my concerns to her, and she still wants to go through with it. That's up to her, as my other two girls pulled up. Eve, the middle child, has always been the coldest of my daughters, closer to her mother than me, but she has never been a problem child for me. Finally, "DADDY!" my youngest jumped in to hug me; Lily has always been daddy's girl. She would want to do everything with me, no matter how boring she thought it was.
They all take after their mother, with their brown hair and developed bodies, but each has a distinct style. Stella has a more motherly vibe to her, similar to Kimberly. Eve, with her short neck and long hair, has a more rebellious vibe. Lily, on the other hand, has a playful, naive nature that makes her look like she didn't want to grow up, as we entered the IHOP. I shake my head, not wanting to be here, but it's for my girls, as even Eve enjoys our Sunday time as a family. I wouldn't mind it so much if Kimberly hadn't brought Jamal, as he tends to be passive-aggressive with his comments. "So William, have you found yourself a new woman yet?" He commented with a slight smirk on the corner of his mouth, making Kimberly shoot him a glare. "I have been too busy, you know, making a name for myself. Have you gotten out of that mid-level job yet? Must be killer working all those hours and still not making more than me." I said with a snark that made him click his tongue, and we ordered.
Everyone could feel the hostility between the two of us; I wouldn't mind it, but the dumb fuck wanted to rub it in as he one-upped me. She divorced me long before she started to date you; why the fuck are you acting like you cucked me retard. Everyone couldn't enjoy the food as if it wasn't for the law; both of us would already be throwing hands at each other, but we finally got to the meal and could make do with it. After two hours, we started to go our own ways as Kimberly pulled me to the side. "I am sorry about him." She said as I sighed and spoke. "I am in no place to tell you who you should date, but that guy is going to end up hurting you. His ego is the only thing important to him; you should just dump his retarded ass." I said, shrugging as she fell into a deep thought before walking away. I could already tell Kimberly was starting to think negatively about him, as he had not done anything with his life and would only pull her down with him.
My girls hugged me goodbye as they left to continue their day. I started driving to FSU, pulled into my parking space, and got out. It was pretty quiet as it was still summer vacation, and not many were here, but the student's aid and other professors, along with those working on their experiments and other vital studies. As I walked to my office and opened the door, my student aides were working at their desks: a redheaded girl named Samantha and a girl who dyes her hair silver named Alice. Both of them could very well be models, as I chuckled inside my mind, wondering why these two campus goddesses would want to study Biology and Chemistry, but who am I to judge, as I could very well be a model myself now? As they stood up. "Morning, Dr. Turner." They said at the same time. "Girls, it's summer. Why are you both here? You still have a couple of years before finishing your PhD papers. Enjoy time with your boyfriends." I said, chuckling with a hint of envy for their boyfriends.
Samantha was the first to make a sound. "He had to go back home; he wouldn't even take me along." She said with a pout as Alice shrugged, "At least yours didn't cheat on you. I walked in on him, pounding a soon-to-be freshman on our bed; I had to find a new place these last couple of days, and wanted to clear my mind. We won't bother you, Dr. Turner." She said with he voice laced with sadness. I could tell her boyfriend hurt her as she always talked about how much she loved him, and I sighed. "He doesn't know what he just lost, Alice; you will find someone worthy of you," I said, making her smile a little and nodding. "Dr. Turner is right; Alic,e here, come with me. Let's go get something to eat and talk about ways to get back at him," Samantha said, making Alice happy as the three of them had been in close contact for the last two years, and, to some extent, they were friends.
As the girls left, I took the suit jacket off, hung it up on the coat rack beside my desk, and picked up the lab coat. Opening the door to my laboratory, I walked in and turned on the lights. They flickered on and off for a moment, which was odd; they had never done that before. But they stopped after thirty seconds or so as I walked over to the table with the Ultrasonic Mixer, putting a folder I had picked up from one of my drawers. As I sat down and turned it on, it acted strangely for a second, but started to work as usual. Reading my formula as I smiled, let this work, please. I had spent the last two years isolating the "lust" gene that makes the pheromones for arousal; I believe that, with this, given to a man or woman, it will be possible. It would bring arousal out of their partner, regardless of the health issue, as it affects them on a chemical level in the brain. "I call it the true smell of lust." Granted, I haven't perfected the mixture yet, as it hasn't worked out perfectly, or is there something I'm missing? I do not know. I pulled my father's pocket watch out again, looking at it before standing up.
"I will not fail this time," I said to myself.