Something happens....

Suddenly, you became aware of the invasion of sexual thoughts into your mind. Amy's cleavage... Jeff's handsome form... The thought of what the two of them might do together in their off time... It became almost impossible to get the thoughts out of your head.

Amy's voice cut in on the speakers. "You ok, Justin? Your vitals are jumping all over the place."

You assure her that you're doing fine. You're just glad she isn't there right now to see the raging hardon that can't possibly be hidden under the hospital gown.

Next, you hear Jeff's voice, but it isn't as loud as Amy's was. You realize someone forgot to shut off the microphone in the other room, and you are hearing a conversation between the two of them.

JEFF: "Enough of the boring pictures... when is he going to get to see the porn?"

AMY: "You dork... He doesn't get to see the porn. This is the conscious/**** thoughts test, not the sexual arousal test."

JEFF: "Are you serious? I prepped him for 'Stud.' These results aren't going to mean anything at all."

AMY: "You prepped him?!!! I already prepped him before you got here! Are you saying he got TWO injections?!"

JEFF: "We have to stop this test and get him to the hospital. There's no telling what this could do to him!"

Your heart is pounding and your head is spinning by what you just heard. There HAS been a mistake! Are you going to die? Even with thoughts of imminent **** preoccupying you, you are still concerned about the fact that your penis is sticking out at attention. As the door to the room opens and you hear them rush in, you are mortified and try to concentrate on something.