Page 42 of Tom's Chance
Tom grinned and started to move. As he moved his lower body in and out of her wet core, he kissed her. When she wrapped her arms around him, he moved faster, then reached beneath her to cup her ass and bring her closer to him. As soon as he hit her at a different angle, it took everything in her not to scream in delight as he hit the right spot inside her. Three strokes later she screamed into his shoulder as she came, and it was quickly followed by him burying his face in her neck when he had his own release.
They held each other for several long minutes before Tom reached between them to hold thecondom as he disengaged himself from her. He cleaned up at the sink in the corner while Lorissa put herself back together, and by the time they were ready to enter the lab, they looked at each other with a grin.
“Thank you.”
“No problem,” he laughed. “Let me know when you might want to go at it again. I’ll make sure my schedule is clear.”
They shared a laugh as he explained about the personal care protection they had to put on and why he wanted it done. Once dressed in the protective gear, she looked at him with a frown.
“No glasses or goggles?”
“They’re inside the lab.”
“Oh.” She stood back as he opened the door, and stared in sheer shock at what she saw. Everything was white, there were tables holding microscopes, and in a small room on the other side of the main room there were some filing cabinets. Along one wall was a cabinet with glass doors where she saw boxes and other packing material.
“Okay, I’m going to tell you step-by-step what I do, and why I do it. I’m not expecting you to help, I’m just letting you know what I do. You’re already seen the website, you’ve seen the paperwork Jake and Duane do, and you’ve seen the sex barn. The only thing you haven’t experienced up to this point is where I collect the sperm sample.”
“I can imagine, and I wouldn’t mind seeing that happen. I know I let my emotions get carried away with me earlier, and if you’re not offended, I’m not sorry for what we did.”
“Neither am I, offended or sorry.” He leaned in and gave her a quick kiss before he changed his voice into an instructive manner. “Okay, this is what I consider the tail end of the process, so we will be on this side of the room.”
“What’s on that side? What’s the differences of the sides?” She pointed to where the tables with the microscopes and other equipment were.
“That’s the beginning of the process. After I collect the samples, I take them to that side and run the tests. I test for any genetic abnormalities, or possible birth defects. I also make sure there are plenty of swimmers before I Cyro-freeze it. That’s also where I get the DNA profile to keep on file. I do that in case a rancher comes back to me and says we sold them inferior product. That’s why we do the background checks on the rancher and the vet.” He pointed to the round metal tube in the middle of the floor, dividing the two areas. “See, I do the testing on that side, when everything is good, I freeze it. It stays in the freezers until I take it out, box it up and ship it. It might seem like it’s redundant on my packaging, but there is a method to my madness. I promise. I haven’t had a sample arrive damaged yet, and we’ve been doing this for a little over four years. We’vebeen collecting for five years, but shipping for only four.”
“Oh, wow, now I’m curious.” She watched as he talked as he worked. He removed something like a test tube, but it was slightly larger, then a small Styrofoam container, with one slightly larger, then finally a cardboard box. After he had his supplies stacked up, he turned to the paperwork.
“Okay, this is the number I refer to for the sample.” He pointed to the paperwork, and as he donned the goggles, he also donned a pair of heavy-duty gloves. “These are because the samples are in dry ice.”
“Got it, and that’s what that container is?” She pointed to the container he’d put on the table before donning the gloves and goggles.
“Yes. Instead of explaining this part, just watch.” He went to the second metal container, opened it, lifted several layers that she found swung out, extracted what he was looking for, put everything back and resealed the container. It all took less than two minutes. At the work station, he double checked the number, dropped the sample in the tube, added a little dry ice, put that tube into a Styrofoam container that had the size already punched out, so it nestled safely inside. Added more dry ice. Sealed it. Put that into the larger white container, more dry ice between the two. Closed and sealed the larger container, then slipped that inside the brown box.Because he had printed the label before donning the gloves and goggles, he was able to put that on the box, and moved that box off to the side.
She watched him for the next two hours and when she saw he had five left, he removed both sets of gloves, sent a text message, then replaced the gloves that touched his skin, and donned the heavier gloves.
“Who did you just text?”
“The shipping company to come pick them up. Because this is like a monthly ordeal, we’ve set it up that I would text them when I was about an hour away of being done, and they would send a special truck out to pick the packages up.”
“How special?”
“Special in the fact that it’s not a regular route driver. It’s someone in the office that grabs a truck and comes out.”
“Oh.” She watched as he completed the orders, and by the time they stepped outside, the package truck was just backing up to the doors. She helped load up the thirty boxes and watched as Tom signed the paperwork, then got the receipt which he clipped to the paperwork. After the truck left, they headed to Erin’s house, but Lorissa stopped him with a hand on his arm.
“What’s wrong?”
“You forgot to take inventory.”
“Shit, you’re right. Let me drop this off to Erinand see if she has time to unlock the lab again.” They went around the back of the house and directly to the office. After handing in the paperwork, he explained the situation about not taking inventory. Erin stood, and Lorissa’s phone went off. She looked at the number, frowned, but answered anyway.
“Gibson,” she answered in her no-nonsense way. She listened and nodded as she heard the man on the other end talk. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.” She hung up and looked at the other two. “That was Jared Coleman, there’s a problem with the horse I worked on, and he has another one with the same problem.” She looked at Tom with concern.
“What?”
“How receptive would Jared be to suggestions?”
“What type of suggestions?”
