Take a drive and clear your head.

You tell the cabbie just drive. He pulls out. As you begin to feel a bit safer, you ponder how to proceed. The first thing is you need to know if you have been infected. You can't think of anyone better to tell you than Dr. Melissa Adams.

You dial her number. You hear her voice you start to speak and realize you have her voicemail. "Hello, Melissa this is Tara Smythe, I worked with you a few years back on a Lilith vaccine delivery system. I have a little emergency. Please call me."

You have the driver drive around until your head is clear. Hopefully, they all believe you are infected. It should be safe to head home. You instruct the driver of your address, and in twenty minutes you are home.

As you enter your phone rings. You breath a sigh of relief when you realize it's Dr. Adams.

"Tara, what's happening?"

You explain in detail the events of the evening.

"Crap...crap, crap, crap! Ok, Tara, first there is probably about a fifty fifty chance you are infected. The good news is, as with any infection, viral load matters. With the amount you were exposed it could take a few days, even a week before symptoms manifest. What I need you to do is get a sample for me."

"What kind of sample and where do I put it?"

"Sorry to say this, but vaginal secretions would be best. If you don't have a sample container, use anything that seals. Even a water bottle works fine. After you are done taking a sample, think unsexy thoughts. Orgasms, even while sleeping can increase the rate of infection. I'm flying back in tonight. Meet me at the Diner in the morning."

You make your way upstairs. You quickly check Sara, she is fast asleep. You dump th contents of a water bottle and begin to finger yourself. Thinking of Greta's smoldering looks you quickly cum. In fact you even squirt a bit into the bottle. You put the bottle carefully into the fridge, and head back to the bedroom. You drift off to sleep thinking of the smell and taste of Greta's platinum blonde pussy.

You wake up to your alarm. Out of habit, you get ready for work. As you shower letting your hands play with your rock hard nipples, you think about how much fun work is going to be. As your hand drifts to your mons reality hits you. You have to get to Dr. Adams or else become a demon worshipping nympho. You quickly dress. You go to grab the sample from the fridge and find it gone. Sara must have it. You imagine her drinking it, maybe becoming an intern. And...you stop yourself, horrified. You call Sara. She tells you she hasn't drunk from. You breath a sigh of relief when she tells you she'll just throw it away.

Despite a deep desire to go to work, you head off to meet Dr. Adams.