Getting Organized

Tony Bell's next three hours passed quickly. The hospital wasted little time in discharging him. His insurance would be billed and he got a medical bracelet identifying him as an EDP.

Tony was chafed at the realization his insurance premium would likely skyrocket now that he has a preexisting condition. And since his car was still parked at the grocers where he had collapsed Tony would have to shell out more perfectly good money calling for an Uber.

Sitting in the passenger seat of the Uber Tony decided it was time to read through some of the pamphlets the doctor had given him.

Tony was pleased to see he was now immune to public indecency laws. And just like in all those EDP pornos he could demand sexual services from random woman under the justification his life depended on it.

"You're that newest EDP, yes?" The cabbie asked in an accent, possibly Middle Eastern but I wasn't sure. "Uh yeah. Yeah, I am." Tony replied.

"Don't worry about the fare, it is on me, my treat. I have a twenty year old daughter and her mother if you are interested. I will send them to you." He offered.