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The Sex Opposite Theodore Sturgeon Budgie slid into the laboratory without knocking, as usual. She was flushed and breathless, her eyes bright with speed and eagerness. Whatcha got, Muley? Muhlenberg kicked the morgue door shut before Budgie could get in line with it. Nothing, he said flatly, and of all the people I dont want to see—and at the moment that means all the people there are—you head the list. Go away. Budgie pulled off her gloves and stuffed them into an oversized shoulder bag, which she hurled across the laboratory onto a work surface. Come on, Muley. I saw the meat-wagon outside. I know what it brought, too. That double murder in the park. Al told me. Als jaw is one that needs more tying up than any of the stiffs he taxis around, said Muhlenberg bitterly. Well, youre not getting near this pair. She came over to him, stood very close. In spite of his annoyance, he couldnt help noticing how soft and full her lips were just then. Just then—and the sudden realization added to the annoyance. He had known for a long time that Budgie could turn on mechanisms that made every one of a mans ductless glands purse up its lips and blow like a trumpet. Every time he felt it he hated himself. Get away from me, he growled. It wont work. What wont, Muley? she murmured. Muhlenberg looked her straight in the eye and said something about his preference for raw liver over Budgie- times-twelve. The softness went out of her lips, to be replaced by no particular hardness. She simply laughed good-naturedly. All right, youre immune. Ill try logic. Nothing will work, he said. You will not get in there to see those two, and youll get no details from me for any of that couche-con-carne stew you call a newspaper story. Okay, she said surprisingly. She crossed the lab and picked up her handbag. She found a glove and began to pull it on. Sorry I interrupted you, Muley. I do get the idea. Yo