James arrived to the Chem Lab and moved quickly through putting on his protective equipment. James thought back to the warning messages in his intro session. “Don’t rush these steps! One mistake can lead to devastating consequences, including the potential for death or permanent injury” James thought on the warning but could heed them, he was over 5 minutes late already and missing anymore lab than he had already would put him at a serious disadvantage compared with his lab mates.
Once James had completed the prep, he moved into the main lab. The lab director was already in process of describing the nature of the experiment of the day. The students were to formulate a chemical cocktail that removed impurities from serums and allowed for certain chemicals to be safely collected en masse from contaminated sources. James had already performed this procedure before but was interested to hear the new twist. Rather than use a basic or acidic solution like usual, the students would be working with a plasma solution donated from other students during a blood drive. The students would be isolating out impurities that would make transfusion impossible, so getting this right would help demonstrate a very valuable life skill for future employment with medical firms.
James still felt confident in his skills given his prior success in executing this procedure. Step by step, James prepared. He noticed others in the lab appeared to be moving slower than he was. James felt emboldened that his own experience was helping him given his tardiness. Having sourced the right materials, James set to getting his baseline together for the plasma sample. Each sample would require detection of several key attributes before the right forms of impurities to filter out could be established. Otherwise his solution might end up doing nothing.
James was able to discover his donor was a woman, with elevated levels of HGH, progesterone, and FSH. Likely a pregnant woman, James thought to himself. “Did the donor even know she was pregnant yet?” James thought to himself. Usually pregnant women aren’t allowed to donate plasma. “No matter,” James continued thinking to himself, “it’ll impress our lab director that I cleansed this sample given the high contamination levels.” Chemical selection was easy enough and James soon had his chemical cocktail prepared. All James needed to do was isolate a sample in a Petri dish and apply his chemical cocktail to observe under microscope. Then he could process the remaining volume of plasma.
Things had progressed swimmingly, James’s cocktail seemed to have performed as expected. This was the moment that James had waited for, his moment to shine for his lab director was upon him. With the plasma ready to be processed all James had to do was pour the chemical cocktail. The funnel placed was receiving the liquid cocktail when it suddenly dislodged and James’s gloves were directly splashed by the chemical cocktail. A quick panic hit James as the cocktail continued pouring out onto himself and his lab station. James quickly corrected and reset his equipment. James had to clean up his mistake before he continued so he put his cocktail back in a rack and moved to
get his station cleaned. After a several minute delay to clean, James returned to his work and completed the filtration process. As expected, James’s plasma came out fully ready for a future transfusion and his lab director was impressed by the volume and variety of
impurities that had been isolated and removed.
James returned to his dorm exhausted from the rushing to and through his lab he had done. James wouldn’t have his relief though as Paul intercepted him on his way into the dormitory this time.
“I got a message that you were late to your lab James. Don’t do it again or maybe I’ll have to spank you like the little freshman baby that you are to get through to you.” Paul said trying to embarrass James into adhering to the school’s code of conduct.
James heard Paul, but just wanted to get to his room. He put very little thought into it at that moment. Finally Paul relented that James had been reprimanded enough and let him head to his private room. James threw his backpack down and crashed onto his bed. Soon, James was in a deep sleep which was filled with odd dreams.
James was out with Nicole and a group of their respective friends at a dance club in his dream. The group was having a good time and James and Nicole were enjoying themselves dancing. The music was too loud to talk so the pair communicated primarily with hand gestures. James saw Nicole point over at a couple of guys dancing and James shook his head. Nicole continued scanning the dance floor and repeated the process pointing at another group. James looked over saw the group she had pointed at and nodded his head in agreement. The pair made their way over to the group and began dancing near the group trying to grab the attention of the others. James looked up and noticed he and Nicole had each paired off with a new dance partner. James’s partner’s back was turned to them and as they turned around James was surprised to see it was Paul that he was now dancing with. Further surprised, James found himself excited to continue dancing with Paul. James turned around himself and emphasized dance moves that would result in his backside coming into contact with Paul’s crotch.
James woke up feeling sexually frustrated that the dancing from his dream hadn’t led to more. James wondered, “Why was that a problem in the first place?” James wasn’t overly worried about the dancing, or doing so with another man. What he was worried about was why he had wanted the dancing to end with him being fucked and what was he going to do about it now?
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