"Ok John, I am going to lift up your gown and examine your penis now" said Dr. Sanders. Dr. Sanders was my urologist, he was a man in his early 50's who I had been seeing for a long time. In fact, the first time I had seen him was when I was 16, way back in 1987. I was the second baseman on my high school baseball team, when I took a line drive off of my right testicle. Not thinking much of the injury, I shook it off and continued the game. However, when I went home after the game, I became very sick and started vomiting and felt an intense pain in my abdomen, as well as my scrotum. My mother rushed me to the hospital and after the ER doctor examined me, he concluded that I had a testicular torsion. He called a urologist for a consultation, and Dr. Sanders arrived. Sanders did an examination of my scrotum and quickly concluded that I would need immediate surgery. I went into the o.r.

A while later I awoke. When I came to, Dr. Sanders was by my bedside. "Johnny, I am sorry but we lost your testicle. We were too late, your testicle had to be removed". I was devastated. Here I was 16 years old, still a virgin, and now I only had one testicle. I felt very depressed. However, I was able to eventually cope with my problem and I had a second operation done to implant a prosthetic testicle. After the implant, I went to Dr. Sanders periodically for follow ups on my urological and genital health. I suffered from erection problems and every year I would usually go to see Dr. Sanders. However, here I was now, at the age of 39 and virtually impotent. With the exception of morning wood, I could not get an erection. Before I had had trouble performing, but it was usually just because I was nervous. My first wife left me 10 years ago because I was unable to get her pregnant. Because of that, I could barely perform at all, and had only had sex a handful of times in the last decade. So here I was, back at Dr. Sanders office, laying down on the exam table as he examined my penis.

"John, there has been no physical change to your penis in the last year" said Dr. Sanders as he took off his latex gloves. "So where do we go from here, Doc?" I replied. "Well, I am afraid you may be facing permanent impotence. Have you been taking the viagra I have been prescribing?", "Yes Doc, but I doesn't really work like it used to. I used to be able to take it and I would get an erection when I was ready, but now, it does nothing!" "Well, there are other options John. Have you thought about surgery?" said Dr. Sanders as he wrote on his chart. "No Doc, I really don't want to be cut open again, besides I think it is a little weird to have implants in your penis. After all, I already have a fake testicle" I replied. "Well John, I do have another alternative, but I have to tell you that this one isn't exactly a "traditional" method" said Dr. Sanders. "Please tell me Doc! I will do anything to have a normal sex life again!" I begged. "Ok well, you have to promise mr you wont tell anyone else about this, after all, its pretty controversial and I could lose my job". "Sure Doc! You know me! I've been your patient for 23 years! I won't tell a soul!" I begged again. "Ok, well this is strictly between you and me. If you tell anyone, we are going to have a big problem!"growled Dr. Sanders. "Okay, okay, I get your point Doc, just tell me what it is!" I retorted. "Alright, well there is this clinic I know of. Its out in the middle of the desert in Nevada. They use some unconventional methods, but they have had some great success treating male sexual and urological problems. But this clinic is very secret. Only a few urologists know about it. The clinic is pretty much, illegal. Getting into the clinic is very difficult. You have to have referral from a urologist who knows somebody there, which I do. Also, this clinic does not take insurance. It costs $10,000 a day to stay there" finished Dr. Sanders. I thought about the $10,000. For most people, $10,000 a day would bankrupt them. However, I am lucky. I inherited a fortune well into hundreds of millions from my father who was in the oil industry. Despite having a business degree from the University of Pennsylvania, I was not very active in the company, usually delegating authority to my subordinates. "What are you thinking?" said Dr. Sanders, interrupting my though process. "Well, I guess its worth a shot, after all, what do I have to lose?" I replied. "Well, a lot" said Dr. Sanders. "The treatments are not approved by any medical association, so its strictly underground. You could be arrested as could I" continued Dr. Sanders. "Arrested? What exactly is the treatment like?" I asked. "I cannot tell you John, only after you are accepted and you show up to the clinic can you learn about the treatment" said Dr. Sanders. I thought about the consequences. As a wealthy corporate man, I had access to some of the most prominent attorneys in the country. But, I did not want any trouble with the law, after all, our company had had a insider trading scandal a few years ago that led to several company executives going to prison. Although I was not involved, it was a black eye for the company. "You know what Doc? I want to do it. If I can have a normal life, an risk is worth it". "Okay, let me make some calls, I will call you later in the week when I get everything set up" said Dr. Sanders. "Ok Doc, thanks again" I replied. I took off the gown and put my underwear and socks back on, followed by pants and shirt and then my suit jacket. I put on my tie and adjusted it and walked out of the office, only stopping at reception to schedule my appointment for next year.

2 days later, I was in my office, when my secretary got a call. "Mr. Morris, you have a call on line one. Its a Dr. Sanders?" said Sarah, the secretary. "Thanks Sarah, go ahead and put him through" I replied. "Hi Doc, hows it going?" I said cheerfully. "Not bad at all John, I got you into the clinic" said Dr. Sanders. "Ok, well how do I get there? You didn't tell me where it was except that it was out in the desert somewhere in Nevada" I replied. "Well, thats just it. No one knows where it is. You have to go through an intermediary" said Dr. Sanders. "What do you mean?" I asked with curiosity. "The way it works, is that you meet one of their representatives at the airport in Vegas. Your representative is named Heather Griffin. You have to send her your flight information as soon as possible. I will fax you here contact information. She will be at your gate with a sign that has your name on it. She will ask to see your identification and then they will drive you to the clinic" said Dr. Sanders. "Oh, I should also tell you that they will blindfold you during the ride so that you cannot see" said Dr. Sanders. "How do you know all this Doc?" I asked. "Well, I can't say. That's one of the parameters, you cannot talk about the clinic" was Dr. Sanders reply. I thought about what I was getting into. "Ok Doc, thanks, I got to go, I will let you know how it went next time I see you" I said. "Ok John, good luck, and I can say this, it will certainly be an interesting experience for you" said Dr. Sanders. "Alright Doc, bye" I said and then I hung up the phone. The whole thing seemed so strange. What the hell was the clinic all about? Then I looked down at the crotch of my pants where my penis was. I have to try this I thought. I am 39 years old, divorced, and I have no children. If I can change all that, well, it is worth the risks.

After my conversation with Dr. Sanders, Sarah came into my office with the fax in her hand. "Are you going on vacation Mr. Morris?" asked Sarah as she handed me the fax. "What do you mean?" I asked her back. "The fax you received from Dr. Sanders, it has information for the Greater Houston Travel Company, a travel agent named Heather Griffin?" asked Sarah. I quickly gave her an answer: "Oh yeah, haha, it slipped my mind. The GHTC is a travel agency that Dr. Sanders has used in the past. He said they have great vacation packages to the Bahamas and Jamaica, I figured I would give them a call" I replied. "Huh, thats funny, you have a private jet and many connections in the travel industry. What do you need a travel agent for?" inquired Sarah. "Well, Sarah, I am actually organizing a little something for the office, so if you could keep it down, I would appreciate it. I figured I would check out their package before we buy it" I lied. "Oh ok Mr. Morris. Sorry to be such a nosey Nellie! I was just curious!" said Sarah. "That's okay Sarah, but I have to get back to work. Clear my calendar for the next week, I am going to go on one of their trips" I said. "Sure thing Mr. Morris" replied Sarah.

After Sarah left my office and shut the door, I picked up my phone and dialed the number for the office, which was 555-232-8996. As the phone rang, I thought more about the situation. The clinic was concealing itself as a travel agency? Really weird I thought. Oh well, I had come this far, no sense in backing out. "Greater Houston Travel Company, this is Heather Griffin, how can I help you?" said the female voice on the line. I hesitated first, but then replied "Yeah hi, my name is John Morris, I was referred to you?". "Oh, yes of course, Mr. Morris. I've been expecting your call. Is your phone line secure?" came the reply. "Yes, this is a private line just for my office" I said. "Very well Mr. Morris, before I continue, I need to ask you some questions, ok?" said Heather. "Okay I said, go ahead" I replied. "Alright, who referred you?", "Dr. Paul Sanders, he's a urologist" I replied. "Ok, where is his office located?" came the second question. "1125 Lone Star Parkway, Houston, TX, 77013" I replied again. "And how long have you been a patient of Dr. Sanders?" asked Heather. "I have been a patient of Dr. Sanders since 1987" I said. "Okay, now some more personal information. What is your social security number?" said Heather. "My social security number is 472-41-4123" I said. "Alright, I will need a copy of your drivers license" said Heather in an authoritative manner. "Ok, I have one on file, can I fax it to you?" I asked her. "Sure Mr. Morris, do it right away please" ordered Heather. I had a private fax machine in my office that I rarely used, by it did come in handy for sensitive documents such as this. I picked up the piece of paper with my copied license on it and faxed it Heather. "Ok Heather, I have sent it, have you got it yet?" I inquired. A few seconds of silenced, then, "Yes Mr. Morris, I have received it" replied Heather. "Ok, the last thing I need is your travel plans. When do you plan to arrive in Las Vegas and at what time and gate?" asked Heather. "I will be arriving on Wednesday, the 25th, at 2:30 pm. I will be coming in to gate C 27. The flight is private, by my number is HE1245NW1640" I told her. "Ok Mr. Morris, we will be seeing you then. A final reminder, you are not to tell anyone about any of this. Doing so will lead to cancellation of your treatments. You are to bring your drivers license, which we will check at the gate. Payment for our services is in cash only. I have reviewed your file and I have decided that it will be necessary for you to stay for 7 days. Bring $70,000 in cash to me when we meet at the gate. Failure to bring enough money will lead to cancellation of your treatments. Please trust us Mr. Morris, we only want to help you. Also realize that once you enter our care, you cannot leave under any circumstances until your treatment is completed. Do you understand Mr. Morris?" barked Heather. "Yes I do, Heather" I replied. "Ok, Mr. Morris, we will see you then. If you follow our instructions, we will take very good care of you. Once we meet, you will understand the reason for all this secrecy. I bid you a good day and we look forward to seeing you on Wednesday. Good bye, Mr. Morris" "Good bye, Heather" I replied, then we both hung up. I wondered what I was getting in to once again. But hey, what did I have to lose? I had all the money I could dream of, but I was unfulfilled. This was a huge risk, but it was a risk I was willing to take.

As walked down the ramp to exit the plane, I felt very nervous. I had never done anything like this before. I drank 2 scotches on the flight to settle my nerves. My pilot and crew had no idea what I was doing, they thought I was taking a trip to Vegas as I had many times before. As I entered the airport, I looked to my left and saw a tall blonde woman who was holding a sign that said "Mr. John Morris". I walked over to her and said "Heather?". "Yes, are you John Morris" she answered. "Yes I am" I replied. "Okay, I need to see some I.D." she commanded. I handed her my drivers license. She scrutinized it, then reached into her purse and pulled out the copy and compared the two. As she scanned my license, I sized her up from head to toe. She was wearing a black pinstriped pant suit with a white shirt underneath. She had very large breasts, probably in the D range. She had her hair tied back in a ponytail and she wore black wide framed glasses. She was a knockout. She put the copy back into her purse and look at me. "Sorry about all this Mr. Morris, I am Heather Griffin" she said as she extended her hand. I shook her hand firmly then said "I am John Morris, but you knew that". she laughed and said "I did Mr. Morris, but we must go now. I am sure that you have questions, but please just follow me. You can ask any question you want when we are in the car".

"Mr. Morris, meet Frank and Julio" said Heather. Frank and Julio stood next to a yellow Hummer H2. Frank was a huge black man, probably about 6 foot 5, with a very muscular build. I notice that he had a holster on his belt. He extended his hand and said "Mr. Morris, I am Frank. I will be handling your security. I will go wherever you go". I shook his hand and then Frank introduced Julio, who was quite a bit shorter, maybe only 6 feet tall, but very muscular like Frank, and Latino. "Mr. Morris, I am Julio. I will be your driver today. Anything you need during your time with us, just ask me, don't hesitate. Consider me your errand boy" he said with a straight face. Julio was also armed. "Ok gentlemen, thats enough chit chat. We have a long drive. Mr. Morris, you must wear this mask during the ride. If at any point you take it off, we will kick you out of the car and leave you wherever we are. We are very serious about this, so don't even think about it taking it off. This is an order, not a request. We do not wish to harm you in any way. Now, Mr. Morris, hand your briefcase to Frank. Julio, you take the other baggage. Put on the mask Mr. Morris, and get in the car" ordered Heather. I put on the mask and got in the back of the Hummer. Soon after, we were on the road.