“Well, hello, darling. How’s it going?” “Daddy, I need to talk to you about some things. It’s important.” “Certainly. What’s going on?” Dr. Quimby asked, telling his secretary he was not to be disturbed and closing the door behind him. She sat in the chair across from his desk and swung her legs. “Lots of things. First, I need to tell you that Michael punished me last night for disobeying him in the lab.” “What did you do?” “Promise you won’t yell?” “I promise. Talk to me.” “I’ve been studying the swirl effect.” “Alone?” “Yes, sir.” Her father was silent. She glanced up at him, seeing the vein pulsing slightly on his neck. “He was pretty hard on me for it and I promised that I won’t do it again. It’s too dangerous, even for me.” “And what led you to that conclusion, daughter?” “The second thing I need to talk to you about. Sex.” She told him in detail what had occurred with Rich, including her ability to ‘swirl’ him. He was quiet, eyes closed, listening carefully. “He’s being the perfect gentleman, refusing my advances even. I was a bit slutty; I’m sorry.”
