Looks like the AGS is spreading.

Emily looked in disgust at the T-shirt and blinked. She stared harder at it, breaking into a light sweat.

"That can't be right," she said doubtfully.

"Of course it is," Jessie insisted. "It says so right there!"

"Oh God...I don't have it too, do I?" Emily said with rising panic.

Mike saw his chance and went for it.

"Don't be ridiculous, Emily," he said. "Jessie is the one with AGS, not you."

"Oh, thank God!" She said, relieved and credulous.

"Oh course, given your exposure to Jessie, you should probably get tested," Mike told her. "Fortunately, I am qualified."

He pointed with authority to his T-shirt.

"It's not like you can just buy these," he assured her. "It shows I have years of training and can be trusted implicitly. Really, as an FBI, I'm more qualified to help Jessie than you are, though it's sweet you were worried about your friend."

"We're cousins, actually," Jessie said helpfully.

"Wow! Cousins?" Mike said, wondering if AGS was genetic. He really wished he knew more about the disease.

"I feel kind of silly jumping to conclusions," Emily admitted.

"Oh, there's nothing wrong with being silly," Mike assured her. "But if you've spent time with Jessie since she came down with AGS, it's really important that I inspect you as soon as possible."

"Can you do it here?" Emily asked urgently.

"Of course, silly!" Jessie said, gesturing to her own naked body.

"Oh, yeah, right!" Emily said.

"Relax, Emily," Mike insisted as he relocked the office door. "This is just a precautionary inspection. Perfectly routine. Some women even wind up enjoying it! You'll feel much better once you're naked."

"Oh good!" She said with a relieved sigh and started disrobing.

Mike's heart raced. He couldn't believe this was happening. He could get in so much shit taking advantage of them like this.

But his cock assured him he was doing exactly what he had to do. Maybe he had AGS, because he totally believed what his cock was telling him.