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Universal Constance

... gloomy now. Colour had given way to monochrome and hard geometry had melted into vague whimsy. He took two sideways steps and a table lamp sprung into life. I blinked. He clapped his hands like an enraptured schoolboy. 'Oh! There you are!' Another clap. 'There you are! Look at you! Perfection!' He himself had bought me the scarlet high heels, had bought too the flared floral frock, its clever halter neck allowing a fully bared back and deep décolletage. The white silk stockings were my own addition, as were the skimpy silken knickers that I knew he would want to keep. My long blonde hair was tied up and pinned just as he liked it, with not a single free wisp to tickle my neck. Lipstick naturally matched my shoes. I fluttered my favourite falsies and gazed around. 'I have always loved this room. Ever since Father first brought me here...' 'He was a lovely man. Your mother too.' The professor loved to play with words and I smiled easily at his little joke. He grew serious. 'I miss them both, Connie. And more than you could ever comprehend. I never knew a man could work so hard! He barely had time for anything else. Your mother too! She was...' I laughed. 'They found time to make me!' He didn't share my quip, continued almost as if I were never made by anyone. '...incredibly beautiful. And so quick, so incisive. Her ability to see truth where others could barely see a lie was astounding. I see her in you. You are so much...' Emotion caused his words to stumble. His eyes shone ...

... with tears. 'Please, Edmund. We promised to... never... you know?' He nodded and his wild grey hair swept away his woe. 'Yes. Quite.' 'So what will I not believe?' For several moments, he peered quizzically over his half-moon glasses before the penny dropped. 'Ah, yes! How could I forget! Unification! I believe I have achieved it!' I sniffed and my unsupported tits quivered, their stiff little nipples chafing against the frock's clever cups. 'Seriously?' 'Yes. I believe so.' He untangled one folded arm, spread it like a wing and motioned a shaky hand to the blackboard on the wall behind me, beside which was the heavy door my knuckles had so recently rapped. Densely packed together and covering almost every inch of the board, untidy, almost illegible formulae were scribed in the professor's unmistakable hand. Much I recognised instantly, though substantial sections were new to me. I rested my hands on a chair back and peered at the jumbled chalky mess. 'General Relativity and Quantum Mechanics... You have somehow brought them together? On your own?' The very notion was ludicrous - even more so than our own unlikely yet constant coming together. Though old, he moved like a dancer, was behind me and breathing in my ear in an instant. 'Yes, Constance.' He started to have me. I expected it, was perfectly dressed for it. His hands were quickly up or inside my scanty clothing, sampling even the most private areas of my body. This was how he liked it. Him active: me passive. I relaxed, ...