‘Look…’ he looked at the name badge askew on Flannel Shirt’s breast pocket, ‘…Chad. It appears we have a misunderstanding.’ Chad brushed...away an imaginary piece of lint. ”We’ don’t have anything, sir. Your friend is the one with the problem.’ ‘He feels he was suckered. He tried to plan this great trip, loved everything he saw on the web, and he doesn’t think this place did a good job of helping him understand what he was getting into.’ ‘Well, he sure looked like a grownup to me. He can read,. But Dad was something else. He cringed just thinking about all the questions his stern father would ask and the hell he'd raise over his coming home from school sick.He stood thoughtfully under the elm at the edge of the lot. He had to think this thing out. Staring at the neat house and trying to decide on a course of action, he chewed on a leaf nervously. Sure couldn't go back to school. Had enough trouble getting out, but he just hadn't been able to sit there another minute. Ever since Wanda. Both of them knew that tonight was the night that would change both of their lives, forever. He spoke first. "Nervous?" Just a little," she admitted shyly. "I want you to know, I'm clean. I had a full battery of blood tests on my last check up, no hepatitis, no HIV. I've never had an STD." He told her this, as in this day and age one could never be too careful. She blushed, "Um, thank you. I'm clean too. We have to have those tests done regularly, in the hospital I work at. No STD's. And since the serum had also heightened Sophia’s physical responses, she realized that slow, intimate lovemaking added even more to her emotional response… Which triggered even more of an emotional response for J.J. He did not like feeling as though he was nothing but a sex machine… but as busy as both of them had been while in college and his first years of med school, they hadn’t had much time to share anything more than quick, hot, lustful fucks! The times they were able to share intimate.