Being unscientific

There was no logical way that his semen caused his landlady and his employee to become cock-hungry sluts. But there was also no other lead he had. He needed a way to test it.

The new problem was how to test it. He had an idea though. His wife loved drinking a glass of sports drink after going for her morning run. She always kept a large pitcher of the Japanese yogurt-based drink she liked in the fridge. It was already milky and white, so it would hide his semen well inside. So Tom sneaked into his own home, trying to make sure he didn't wake anyone. He was sure that Wanda was out partying, while Samantha was either working on homework or doing some internet dance. The lack of a creaking bed meant that Logan and Charly were probably asleep or still out.

Tom got into the kitchen and pulled out the pitcher of citrus yogurt drink and got to work on adding his own special yogurt to the mix. The thought of his wife drinking it and begging to suck him off each morning got him to the edge so quickly he almost wondered if he was a premature ejaculator. He felt the special surprise leave his balls and saw the pitcher's water level almost get too high. He put it on the counter and began to stir it. After a moment or two, it had dissolved into the liquid. He turned to put it away and jumped a bit when he saw the lanky form of Logan next to him.

"Hey, thanks for making more drink, Tom," he said. "Charly and I needed a drink. Can I?"

Logan was only nice when he wanted something, and this was one of those moments. This would be a good A-B test as well. "Knock yourself out, kid," he said to the twenty-year-old, handing over the pitcher. Logan poured two cups before putting the pitcher back in the fridge and carrying them both to his room.

The shop was closed Tuesdays. It was Tom's one chance to sleep in, and he always took it. He woke up to an empty home and decided the best choice, at this moment, was to top off the pitcher. What he saw shook him.