Poor children… no decent guidelines. What kind of woman must their stepmother have been? And now to have no one at all. I've been neglecting my job. Tim and Bennie both need special care… special attention and guidance. Such bright boys… but undoubtedly there are other areas in which their education has been lacking. Why, I might be able to influence these boys so that they go on and do great things.

By the time Tim left Miss Appleton, it had been all arranged that he and Bennie were to have private tutoring sessions with their English teacher twice a week during their usual study hour.

Tim rushed to the cafeteria where he found Bennie in line for the early lunch shift.

"She bought it! We're in!" he declared to his identical twin.

"Great, we'll activate the formula this afternoon!" Bernie was enthusiastic, and his heart pounded in his chest as he stood in line for the luncheon of Salisbury steak, mashed potatoes and peas that was offered by the school that day.

Without speaking another word about it over their lunch, each twin knew that the other was thinking about the manner in which their father's ex-wife had reacted to the first crude version of the "formula" they made, using a recipe they'd found in one of her erotic books.

There was no doubt about the success of their own primitive aphrodisiac, as the still smoldering memories of each boy were enough to spur them on to a more perfected version, a perfect formula, in short!

Later on they passed Mr. Boyse in the hall. "Going to the lab, boys?" he inquired.

"Yes, Mr. Boyse, we still have some notes to take on our experiment."

"Great, boys, that's just fine! One day you'll be great scientists."

"Maybe, Mr. Boyse!"

Ed Boyse looked down at the two serious faces that were upturned to his. Such dedication he read in their eyes. "Perhaps, one day you'll do me the great honor of letting me in on the details of your current experiment!" the thirty-three year old chemistry teacher said with a smile.