Five years of failure was coming to an end. The grant was not being renewed. It seemed so promising to scramble the thoughts of others using microwaves. However, the work was such a flop the university and the government just wanted out. Neither even wanted the reams of "results." For some reasons I carted it all back to my big, plush, computer filled house. I had even gone to the auction and purchased some of the specially developed equipment sold to clear the research rooms for new, and hopefully, successful new projects. I knew I would have plenty of time to tinker with it while I tried to find other work.
I had my old computers crunch the data, looking for correlations not related to the original protocol. I didn't expect to find anything, but something did fall out. One early study using a steady level of general body radiation at very close range showed that eleven of fifty people tested, checked a box stating they had a pleasant feeling. In the seldom read comments four of those eleven said it was a sexual feeling. Oddly, all four of those subjects were women. Did this mean anything?
Later we learned that steady levels or regular pulses were definitely not effective, the brain quickly adjusts to new environments. Coherent thought continued were never disrupted. We learned that people with an ABT14 DNA genetic marker seemed sensitive to microwaves. In fact they could feel the microwaves during the first stages of their tests. Like much of what we learned, that proved to be useless even though it was 60% of the population. I noted that all four of the "sex" comments came from ABT14s.
For weeks these facts wandered around my mad scientist and "Rube Goldberg" mind. I wondered if random microwave pulses at close range could sexually stimulate ABT14 people? Not brain stimulation but body nerve stimulation. This would be easy enough to test. Sneaking saliva samples, I developed a list of friends who were ABT14s. I modified a dining room chair and one space at my big oak dinning room table to house small microwave transmitters. No wires showed and the system's control looked like a TV remote.
I paid a chef friend of mine to prepare a beautiful meal for four. I invited an occasional bedmate, Mary, and a couple, Tom and June, who had been together for three years. I did not tell anyone this was any more than a meal shared with friends. I served and waited for the entrée course. My very reserved occasional partner was seated in the test chair and I started the preprogrammed 15 minute long sequence. Conversation was fast and furious around the table. My little Mary got quiet after seven minutes. The room was cool but she was sweating a little and was uncomfortable. She abruptly got up at eleven minutes and went to the bathroom. When she came back she said, "Jim the meal is wonderful but I've developed a horrible headache and should go home." We all said our goodbyes to Mary. Now it was time for desert. We crowded to the test end of the table to continue solving the world's problems.
June set in the test chair with Tom to her right. I was on her left.
Asti Cinzano Spumante served with strawberry and banana crapes was wonderful combination. I started the next test.
At six minutes, June was quiet and openly rubbing Tom's thigh. I intentionally dropped a fork and noticed June's left hand was firmly pressing her pussy. Soon June announced that they had to leave also.
What had I learned? I had a device that made women uncomfortable and want to go home. True, but maybe, I also had a wonderful toy that could lead to a lot of fun and a gold mine.
