The Quiet Cafe

As fun as it's been, Sam was ready to slow things down a bit. It turns out you can't fuck ALL the time, even with magical pills that help you stay hard 24/7. So Sam went to a cafe near the research lab. Gaby said it catered primarily to people who were tuckered out from intense testing time.

He dodged and weaved through the raging, horny crowds to get across camp, but found the cafe with plenty of time to spare. The cafe looked like the kind of place you'd find in an office park: A small, but permanent outdoor stand with a patio sparsely decorated with chairs and a couple of potted plants. There were four, maybe five campers sitting at tables, and a slow trickle of people grabbing coffee to go.

Sam got in line, ordered coffee and a bagel, and sat down alone. It was the first time he'd been alone, he thought, since the moment his dad pulled him out of bed to come here. He savored the silence. He appreciated the peace, for once. He wasn't hard. In fact, he wasn't even horny at all. He was just calm. Was this the point of the camp? To feel like this all the time? Sam contemplated the thought and let his mind wander as he ate breakfast...