CHAPTER ONE I was hunched over the toilet letting the sperm dribble from my just-fucked cunt when I first saw the ad in the newspaper. Somebody's been reading it while having a b.m., I guess, and had just left it there. Considering my circumstances the letters S E X understandably caught my attention. It was only natural I would go on reading. "Wanted," it said, "volunteers with a normal interest and curiosity in the act of love. If you believe, as we do, that sex is more than a mere biological function solely for the purpose of procreation, but still have many questions about its true purpose in life, then you may be interested in working with us. Our non-profit organization desperately needs volunteers to complete a study that will get to the bottom of the human sexual experience for once and for all. The ultimate results of our research will benefit millions of people. Won't you consider helping? You could wind up helping yourself as well as science." ...