The Secret Formula

The Secret FormulaGary claypool looked like the serious young man he was, a man to whom the virtues of diligence and industry were more than merely subjects for cynicism around the office watercooler. He was rising fast in the chemical concern which gave him a two-window office, and there was no doubt that he was heading topwards in the next few years.Despite his dedicated ambition, he had a sense of humor, too. His eyes could dance, and his lips could curl puckishly. But on his third date with...