“For me?” she asked, running circles around his
nipple.
He sighed, taking her hand and
giving it back to her to get it off his chest. She was too much of a
temptation, and knew too well how to get her way.
“I heard a couple is even
honeymooning there. Come on, can't you imagine how sexy it will be for us?”
“The scientists?”
She frowned. “Forget that part.
We'll be helping humanity.”
“We'll be getting off.”
“And you think that couple won't?
There have to be others like us out there. And it's good money. Just think of how easy it will be once our
noses start to run.”
He lay there in thought a moment, then answered. “All right. I shall
call them first thing in the morning.”
She giggled, kissing him
passionately. “I knew you'd see rea… oh, Jamie,” she cooed as she rolled over
him to find him aroused.
He chuckled as he slipped his hands
beneath her slip. “All I see is you.”
“Well, looks like this is it,” James
said, opening the door for his wife, Laurel. He emptied
the truck of their suitcases and the couple made their way to the front door of
the large mansion house.
A butler met them at the door.
“Names, please?”
“James and Laurel W—“
“First names,
only. Thank you. Your room is number 342, up the stairs and on the left.
You'll be taking part in the contagion study, as many of the couples here will
be. Instructions will be found in your room and doctors will be in to see you
shortly. We hope you'll enjoy your stay and bless you in advance.”
James and Laurel exchanged looks, then trudged up the flights of stairs to their room, eager
at the possibilities.
First came the unpacking, upon
“Well, you know how many germs can
be carried from one person to another through intimacy. Just think of how sick
we would make each other if we somehow managed to sneeze on each other during
sex.”
James smiled. “Perhaps we should
have a quick go at it now, just for comparison. Well verses sick…” he pulled
her to him, running his hands down her sides. She giggled, tossing her head
back.
The door opened. Laurel and James
jumped away from each other, blushing a bit, as two scientists entered. “James and Laurel?”
The couple nodded.
“Welcome. We're here to explain the
particular program you two will be involved in, answer any questions, and get
some of this paperwork out of the way.” The scientists took seats across from
where James and Laurel sat on the bed, hands held in comfort. “Now, as the man
downstairs might have mentioned, you will be involved in the contagion study,
as many of the couples here will. The purpose of this study is to closely
observe how quickly and to what effect cold germs will carry from one person to
another. Therefore, one of you will be exposed to the virus, and the other will
not. There are of course chances the second person will catch a cold, and there
are chances he or she will not. Every day at a designated time, each person
will visit the clinic. There is a well clinic, and a sick clinic. Please visit
the appropriate one and be honest with the doctors there. We will run some
tests, but nothing too involved, and send you back.”
The second doctor took over.
“Mealtimes are listed in the packet we gave you.
James held up his hand to tell them
to pause a moment. “You mean, we're allowed to go anywhere in the house?”
The scientists nodded. “Except other guests' rooms. But yes, we're also studying
contagions on a large scale, attempting to simulate a real world environment.
There are many people here who are going into this well. We want to see how
long it takes before germs start to circulate. So, we have a few rules.”
“1-
Tissues and handkerchiefs may be used, but disposed of only in your designated bins. These will be found in your bathroom,
with your name on it. We suggest handkerchiefs, as they are softer. 2- If you
do not wish to use either, sneezing and coughing into your hand would be fine,
but do be careful not to infect this hallway, as we are trying to study the
passing of a cold from one partner to another. 3- When in public, any of the
other halls, the dining facilities, the pool, etc., and feel the need to cough
or sneeze, you may do so any way you wish. If you'd
like to sneeze freely, that is your prerogative. Your dinner-mates may kill
you, however, so check with them first.”
The second doctor picked up. “Which
leads to 4- be respectful of others. Many people are
here for different reasons. Some are trying hard not to get sick, while others
are counting the seconds until they come down with a sniffle. 5- A reiteration…
please be honest with the doctors in the clinic. We've
opted not to record or tap into each room, to allow everyone needed privacy.
But to be scientific, we do need to know certain things. 6- The dining hall,
hallways, ballroom, laundry room, and many other public facilities will be
continuously taped, so that we may monitor what goes on. 7- Enjoy yourselves.
Let us know if there's anything you require.”
“A map of the building is in the
packet. Extra pillows and blankets can be found in the closet. Tissues and
handkerchiefs are in the dresser drawers. Water jugs are in the bathroom. Need
anything else, just call 0 on the phone there.”
“Oh, and your times…” the second
doctor thumbed through the papers. “James, you are to report to the clinic
everyday at
Still a bit stunned the couple shook
there heads no.
“All right.
Enjoy your stay here!”
The doctors left, and James and
Laurel stared at each other, wide-eyed.
“So, what do you think?”
James' mouth slowly turned up into a
smile. “I think I'm gonna like it here.” He puled
“Before and after?” she managed,
panting as he touched her.
“Before and after and after and
after and after…” his voice died down into a soft growl as he ravished his
wife.
“This is it,” James said, giving his
wife a kiss before their broke hands and he entered the 'well' clinic for what
he hoped would be the first and only time.
“You must be James?” he heard a
woman's voice ask.
He spun around to see a gorgeous
woman walking towards him with a clipboard and a small tray. “You can call me
Jamie,” he replied, entranced.
“It says here you are scheduled to
be a carrier. This is all right with you?”
He nodded. “It is.”
“First we need a little information
about you.”