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Chapter 40 by LustThePoet LustThePoet

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Pharmacology

I check the digital clock on my computer screen. Three in the morning. The house is silent, but I am still wide awake. Perhaps it is due to the second nootropic I took? I don't recall having this effect when I did this the first time, but what do I know?

I think about the day. Waking up next to Ashley. The rally at the civic center. The moment Kelly and I shared in her room. The other moment Ashley and I shared... A lot has happened, and my brain tells me it isn't natural. I shouldn't have progressed this quickly. My family shouldn't be so ready for my advances. I had planned for another month, at least, before kissing Kelly. And now... I've already done it multiple times. And Ashley, too. Not to mention the constant tension between Mom and I... From every angle, they want me as badly as I want them.

The thought has weighed heavily on my mind since I returned to my room. There is more to this ****. I can sense it. I have spent the last hours learning the basics of pharmacology, hoping to learn as much as I can to help me understand it, but progress is slow. People spend decades learning the intricate details of medicine.

Thankfully, though, I don't have to. A plan forms in my head: learn enough to understand the concepts, network with a lab that can perform a discrete **** composition test, and see where it goes.

An errant thought turns my attention to the phone call I received after leaving Brad's apartment. They said they would be watching. I haven't truly considered those words until now, but I realize they may have meant literally. The house may be bugged. I spend some time ensuring my computer isn't bugged, setting up a VPN in the process, researching physical security and surveillance, and gathering information on nearby labs that could assist with testing. The plan solidifies in my mind, and I grin.

The nootropic fades around four thirty in the morning. Unlike normal, it hits me like a truck. I pass out on my desk, face on my keyboard, mid-read of an article on detecting infrared video cameras.

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