As the professor and I were searching for our metaphorical marbles, Andrea was becoming more alarmed by the minute. Lab assistant, Andrea Ruchakowski, as I later found out, was no ordinary woman. She was…whatchacallit?…A Triple Threat. She was smart, beautiful, and a Russian spy. I’ve always known about the smart and beautiful, but I didn’t know about the Russian spy thing. Her mission: To keep an eye on Professor Wintom and report to her handlers any curious activity. This erratic behavior by the preeminent authority on microbiology was curious and getting curiouser.
Long ago, the KGB thought she would be the perfect secret agent to report on Wintom’s activities. Surely, he would not be able to resist her feminine wiles. He could. And he did. Because he’s gay. So, the beauty part goes down the drain.
How could the all-great, all-wise KGB not have known that the good professor could not be swayed by the female persuasion? Here’s the way it went down. You see, Wintom has a penchant for cross-dressing men. The KGB did not notice that they were not women. So, what should they have done?…lift up their skirts and take a peek? No. That would cause undue suspicion. So, as far as they were concerned, he liked women. The women were big and rather ugly, but they thought, who can account for taste?
Now that I think about it, the KGB should have, at least, paired him up with an ugly, husky, woman spy instead of Andrea, who practically oozes femininity. But, I digress.
Things looked grim, but all was not lost, though, for the Russians. Even if her physical beauty was useless in this situation, her beautiful brains won the day. Professor Wintom did not fall in love with her body, but her brains! Her beautiful brains! I imagine Wintom musing, “Man, I’d like to stroke her frontal lobes!”, or “Get a load of that neocortex! OmyGod!”. Wintom had a weakness for beautiful brains. Whether that brain was in man, woman, or anything in between, it did not matter. The gray matter did.
“Professor Wintom has been successfully compromised.”, thought Andrea, with a proud and satisfied smile, as she thoroughly assessed the situation.
After an indeterminate amount of time, it became apparent that I was not going to find any marbles, neither the professor’s nor mine. So, I had to ask, “Do you see little people on the surface of a quark, Professor Wintom?” “Does the Pope shit in the woods?”, he asked. I said tentatively, “I suppose so. Perhaps every once in a while?”
After that, we sat still and gazed at Andrea for a bit. I, at her body, and the good professor, at her brains.
