Jerry answered the ad in the local weekly. You know the type of club-oriented weekly, every city has one, where you go to look for a rental apartment or a head shop ad, or in this case, the drug trial medical study. Jerry needed the quick bucks. And this study was at the major medical center in town; a nationally respected medical center.
A medical center that had just built a billion dollar expansion, with the money coming from a wealthy sheik from Saudi Arabia.
Jerry had just signed all the paperwork and swallowed the first two pills when there was a commotion in the hallway. “You’re not going to get away with it!!” a voice shouted. “Castrated male slaves for the fucking Arabs… that’s a helluva way to build a hospital wing!!” There was clanging and the sound of equipment being turned over, and then the noise stopped.
The orderly who had given Jerry the pills smiled weakly. Although he was starting to feel the effect of the drugs, Jerry tried to get up … but the young man held him in the chair. “Don’t worry,” he said in his bedside comfort voice, “they treat their eunuchs very well in Saudi Arabia. You’ll live a comfortable life and get all the Arab dick you can handle.” The world was spinning now.
Jerry only woke up once more before the operation. He was strapped to a gurney going down the hallway to the operating room. He tried to yell, but the orderly pushing him covered his mouth and they slipped into the OR quickly. The anesthesia did the rest.