AN: Short chapter, setting up for the next! Also, I hope you'll check out a collaboration effort between Medusa20 and I entitled 'The Shoe App Continuation'.

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Sheldon didn't return home that night. He didn't see why he should, since he had a lot of lost time to make up for, and he had no pressing work to occupy his mind, he set it to sweetly torturing Penny for making him lose control.

She didn't seem to mind.

When he finally returned home, the next morning, he met Leonard in the living room.

"How is your hangover?" Sheldon enquired politely.

Leonard squinted at him. "Weren't you wearing those clothes yesterday?" He rubbed his head tiredly.

"Yes. I believe I am experiencing the "walk of shame" he made quotations with his hands. "Though I don't feel the least bit of shame, although when my mother finds out, I think she will insist I accompany her to church, although after the last time that happened, I don't think it will be HER church, as I was unceremoniously kicked out, which I thought very rude, just because I inferred that the God particle was not in fact created by God, but by ..."

"Sheldon, shut up." Leonard sighed.

"Okay."

"Are you going in to work today?" Leonard asked warily.

"mmm, yes." Sheldon decided. He was still unsure as to whether Penny had won the entire war or just that battle, and he had more whiteboards at work than he did at home. The calculations might be endless.

"Then go change. And shower. You smell like Vanilla."

"I do? Interesting..."

The ride to work had been silent, due to the enormity of Leonard's hangover, and the thoughts running through Sheldon's mind.

How to up that? Was it possible? Maybe he should have stayed at home, the university frowned at using the computers for sexual purposes, and Wolowitz had exhausted the excuse of 'research'. He had a great deal of data stored in his mind, but he wasn't sure now to what use he could put it to. He had wanted to win, to see her in a slave outfit. She had already worn one, now what would he make her do when he won.

Marry him.

Sheldon blinked. His eyebrow quirked. He looked thoughtful. That could be acceptable punishment for initiating a war that she could not win. It would also get him out of trouble with his mother should the need arise. It might be a bit excessive though. He would have to share a bedroom. And a bed. He frowned.

But that would be beneficial on those mornings when biology demanded to be heard. He shook his head to clear it. He was playing with folly, which would surely cause him to lose. She had won the battle, but the war would continue.

He must focus on the next step.

She had made him lose control, he must make her do the same. But more. How to do that? He doubted self-servicing himself in front of her would have the same reaction as she had had on him, men were more visual, an inherent flaw in the design, he knew, and if he believed in his mother's god, he would have sent a very direct prayer up pointing this out, along with the obvious mistake of male reproductive organs on the outside of the body.

He found his office without really realizing he had got out of the car, and set to work, writing in his secret code the possibilities and their probable outcomes.

There was a study, in which it was found that in watching sexual movies, (AKA porn) women were far more easier to arouse than males. It should be fairly simple to drive her past her ability to control herself, after all, Penny had remarkably little self control in many things, like shopping for shoes, and punching people who woke her before eleven am.

But by eleven am, he was truly stumped.

By noon, he was sleeping behind his desk.

When he woke up, he was smiling. Penny, liked to be bad. Or to think she was doing something naughty. Like the slave outfit.

All he had to do, was put her in a situation, where she would want to be bad. She liked to call him doctor. She loved the equations he wrote down on his whiteboards though she had no understanding of them. The probability was great that at one point in her life, she had had a crush on a teacher. He would use it against her.

He would bring her to work.