Recent Blog: BALL HONEYS BALLHONEYS.COM was gloomy, just like my mood. I arrived to campus but didn't notice Colin's Jeep Cherokee parked in the faculty lot. The lab where I work was completely empty like a ghost town. I set up my equipment and grabbed my key to the warehouse; the doors automatically lock on the weekends.
I fumbled with the lock for a moment before success. The uncomfortably cool and damp air of the warehouse hit me and made me shudder. I don't believe in ghosts, but if I did, I suspected they would live here. The specimens I needed were housed in a plastic tub at the back corner of the building, next to a flume, the aquarium pump, and some loud machinery that keeps everything running.
At first, I was just bending over to look through the jars; however my breasts kept threatening to pop out of my low-cut blouse so I knelt down instead. I found a few specimens I needed, but kept looking. I stood and followed the bins up the shelf, reading labels and glancing at the contents.
I heard a loud thud from the other end of the large room. My head shot around to find the source but I could not see any movement or suspicious shadows. I went back to my searching. A feeling like I was being watched overcame me. Internally I laughed at myself and crouched down over another plastic tub.
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