Frat Experiments

You had to admit, you were surprised when the President of a local Fraternity approached you about needing to raise money for the Fraternity. The 6'7, blonde haired, green eyed football player looked embarrassed about asking. Greg was an administrator's dream of being talented, smart, and very photogenic.

"Tell me Greg, why did you come by the Science Department? Surely there are other places willing to give you money."

Greg blushed. "We... may have went through more money than we planned for events and... other activities. There are 50 of us and... well our treasurer embellished a little on what we had and what things cost and... I am ashamed to say we are in the red. I feel like a failure as President so I have been looking around for alternative means."

Greg looks around and then whispers quietly, even though you are in your office.

"I also heard that you were looking for a group of men for a scientific study about human sexuality. If you can come down and talk to us about what it is, we would be very willing to help you with your experiment cause i also heard it does pay."

You smile a little at Greg.

"I can come talk to you guys this afternoon if you want. Keep in mind I will need all of their agreements as this is a 2 day study over the weekend. I need a closed environment and you have your fraternity house well stocked for a weekend of staying there I imagine."

"Yes we do. In fact this weekend we already had set aside for a frat event so all of us will be there."

"Perfect. During this week, make sure you get all of their signatures." You pull out a thick document. "The experiment is seeing how flexible human sexuality is. There will be a series of tests over the weekend. All tests are safe and board certified. I will be involved as little as possible and observing behavior."

"But how can you do that if we are in the house together?" Greg asked.

"There will be ample opportunity for me to observe your behavior. As promised, there is the amount I can pay each of you." You write a check and slide it across your desk. Greg looks at it and his eyes bulge a little.

"I will get you those signatures."

You smile as Greg leaves.

With your door closed, you take a peak at the machine under your desk. It looks like a humidifier but you know exactly what it dispenses. This weekend, should they all sign, will be one they will never forget... or maybe they will if they want to.