I am sorry about the exposition-heavy parts right now, but I really want this story to make only a little sense.

After a while, the water cooled, and Valerie stirred. Then came the non-erotic part of clambering out of the pool awkwardly and feeling completely softened by the water. Stepping around uneasily on wrinkled toes, the two women looked for towels. In the end, they had to share the only one they found. Valerie assisted Raffaela in drying the harder to reach regions of her back. Then, they finished their hygiene and left the bath. This in turn led to another problem: With the exception of the superhero suits, there were no clothes in sight. Raffaela cursed at what was slowly becoming a staple in her life. Returning to the sofa, they cuddled together, waiting for the doctor or his wife to return.
Nothing happened. In the end, Raffaela got up, her stomach grumbling, and slung the now dry towel around her waist. She now looked like a super-muscled Egyptian queen, her chest still marked with the fainting phone number. She said:
“I’m going to look around. Maybe they’re waiting for us to come over.”
She walked out of the room, exploring the flat. Soon, she found it to be deserted. What she found, however, was a fully equipped gym and a kitchen full of healthy food and all kinds of supplements. She took an apple from the fruit basked, washed it and continued her exploration, noting the place in this huge flat for later use.
In the end, she found the door to the doctor’s practice. She listened at the door. Silence. Waiting. Still nothing. She tried the door. It opened quietly.
Looking around, she was in the examination room. She could hear voices from behind another door. Behind her, the door closed just as quietly as it had opened. On this side, however it only had a doorknob, no handle. Cursing under her breath, she tried to budge it. Failing, she looked for a place to hide. Behind her, the door was being opened. Desperate, she lifted the towel under her breasts, uncovering her legs, but hiding her privates. Swallowing, she put on a disarming smile and hoped for the best. The doctor said:
“Anyway, let me take a look at it. I guess it should be getting better.”
The door swung open, revealing the doctor and a huge, broad-shouldered man with crutches and a splint on one of his legs. Kieran.
The towel slowly drifted to the ground.
Their jaws dropped. The doctor recovered first.
“I see you’re up, Miss. Well, you may have missed the correct door, so please allow me…”
He stepped forward, picking up the towel and was interrupted by Kieran.
“Raffaela? What the hell are you doing here? Why are you naked? What’s with your hair? What’s going on?”
The doctor asked:
“You know each other?”
Raffaela nodded. She replied angrily:
“Yes, we do. He’s my ex. Hi, Kieran. As a matter of fact, I’m staying here with the doctor. I had a nasty problem and he’s helped me. As for the hair, I guess I needed a change for good.”
Kieran stared at the doctor. His expression was one of bewilderment, jealousy and anger.
“The doctor?”
The addressed just shrugged and said:
“Don’t get me wrong. She had been poisoned. I just helped her.”

Suddenly, Kieran’s phone rang. He eyed the doctor sceptically then looked at the phone. He told Raffaela:
“It’s you. Why? Lost your phone?”
Realising what was happening, she said:
“Don’t tell them anything. Please.”
He
“Hello, Kieran Quinn speaking. ”
„No. I have no idea. It’s been a while since we broke up.”
“I’m really sorry. I can’t help you on this. I have no idea. Really. Yes. Of course. Thank you. No problem at all. Good bye.”
He shut the phone down and said:
“The internal security agency? What kind of a mess have you gotten yourself into? And if I might repeat myself: Why the hell are you naked?”
Raffaela replied:
“Although it’s really none of your business, I can explain it. But I’d really like to go back to the sofa, since I’m getting cold around here. Come on.”
The doctor interrupted her with a smile:
“I’d really like to finish the examination. However, we’ll join you later.”

Raffaela returned to the living room. There, Valerie was watching TV. The news were on, explaining the tragic incident which had claimed the prime minister’s life. Investigations were still going on. Raffaela said:
“Anything about us by now?”
“No, nothing.”
“I think that’s a good sign. They just called Kieran. I guess they’ll just try the numbers on my phone. Luckily, it’s one of those pre-paid ones. We just have to call Diana and they shouldn’t be able to find us. Besides, I doubt they even know our last names.”
“I didn’t even take my phone along, so I guess we’re safe from that direction.”
“Okay. I’ll give her a call.”
She walked over, picked up the phone and dialled. Suddenly, Valerie asked:
“Kieran’s here?”

Minutes later, Kieran and the doctor had returned. The women quickly filled him in, explaining the whole mess. Kieran was rather shocked by the whole revelation, barely hiding his disgust.
“That means you were basically prostituting yourselves.”
“In a way, yes, but we didn’t do it for money. We did it for science!”
“For science? What kind of crazy project is that supposed to be? You know, I don’t know anything about your stuff, but this sounds so deeply insane, I can barely think of it. What kind of person is that professor anyway?”
“The most eminent sociological researcher of his time! He lived with POWs in the war to witness the social interactions, he worked as a caretaker for the elderly, he was able to show the insanity of our immigration policies to the public!”
By now, Raffaela and Kieran were shouting at each other.
“That’s all fine, but what’s to be gained by becoming a bodybuilder and getting yourself drooled over by old men? No offence, doc.”
The doctor lifted his eyebrows.
“To each his own, Mr. Quinn.”
Raffaela replied:
“I’m not sure, but it certainly makes you think about the gender-roles in our society.”
“Bodybuilding, maybe, but getting paid for being touched by creeps?”
“I don’t know, I can’t really say.”
She was on the verge of tears. Valerie calmly interjected:
“I think I’ve got it. It’s a meta-study. A study on studies. Do you remember what Susan said? She had gamblers as her subject. The whole thing is about addiction. And what worries me, is that we are the guinea pigs in his research. Can’t say I like the thought of it…”
Raffaela stared at her.
“Oh my god. That means he’s been using us all, doesn’t it…”
“I guess so. And we all played along. I’m pretty sure he’d get us published, but our things won’t be nearly as interesting as his. It’s a free country, but I really would have loved to know this beforehand.”
“We should talk to him. None of this seems to be right. Susan lost her money, we’ve pretty much become freaks…” Valerie added:
“I’m not a freak. I like the new me.”
“Whatever. We were lucky, in a way. Besides the prostitution thing. And the performance-enhancing drugs. And the general mess-up of our relationships. I don’t even want to think about the other people involved.”
Valerie added:
“We really should pay him a visit. We have a short respite before the security service breaks down our door.”
Kieran looked at them and said:
“Before we go, you should put something on. Can’t go on a revenge trip sitting on a sofa with a duvet over you.”
The woman gave him a sheepish look:
“You’re right. Doctor, would you mind calling your wife, so she could bring us some clothes?” He nodded. “And another thing: Would you mind if we used your gym? We’re a little behind schedule…”
The doctor smiled at Kieran and said:
“Only if I get to watch. Indeed, I may be a freak, sir, but I enjoy the female form in all it’s shapes.”