Sharon's birthday!

Jim hopped out of bed, his eyes wide as he realized he hadn't gotten her a present yet. He jumped into and out of the shower, brushed his teeth, and ran a worn-out comb through his hair, and then

Jim ran down to his basement lab and finished the final touches of his present for Sharon's birthday. He was tring to make perfume, but somehow it smelled more like a bottle of coke. "Oh well" said Jim. "She'll be happy I got her this instead of a card." Little did he know just how happy she would be after she tried it out.

Jim decided that he would make Sharon a cake, so he headed down to the local supermarket, and when he got there he noticed a young ( and of curse rather chesty ) woman with a display set up near the baker's isle. He immediately went over to her and she greeted him.

"I bet a stud like you has women lined up halfway down the street for a date!"

Flattered, Jim blushed a bit. >"No, just one. Her name's Sharon"

"That's great! I'm just here for Biotech; we're doing a by-mail survey, and I was wondering if you'd like to give me both of you adresses so that you can take the survey! You'll also be entered into our sweepstakes and given a free gift!" She said cheerily.

Seeing no harm in it Jim decided to hand over the adresses. The woman entered them into a laptop computer, and when she pressed enter: a flashing PRIORITY sign came up. She quickly turned the screen away to obscure his view. A few moments later a couple of moments later- a dou of armed Biotech guards showed up. Jim became alarmed. >"Is something wrong?" He stated nervously.

"No, of course not.... You've... won a free trip and we'd like you to come with us. Please, even if you don't want the trip- you should come down and fill out the cancellation form. Your girlfriend might want to talk it over with you anyway... she'll be there." Stated the woman, now having folded her computer and moved to behind the guards.

"What did you do with Sharon!" Jim shouted- now almost in a panic.

"Settle down sir." Said one of the guards as he reached for a tazer on his belt.

Composing himself- Jim decided to: