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The toilet encounter
Andy looked
around. He didn't feel so good. Andy tried to study his face in the mirror. His face looked drawn, older.
That can't be right.
Miranda was late - did it even matter now that her
brother had turned up? He didn't remember any such 'brother' on
her profile, but then again, he had only been paying attention to the
women. Dammit! He's watching my every
move!
He looked down at his cock and realised he had touched it with
the same hands that had pushed the toilet door open. The handplate was scraped black. Was it from polish or was it
the veritable stain of a hundred hands? How could he know
if they had the decency to rinse? Fuck. Next time, wash hands, then take a
slash, then wash hands again.
Kevin sipped
his pint and waited. He imagined thick creamy streams
dosing Andy's face like a small child let loose with a pot of
craft glue. He looked at his watch. Should be any
time now.
Andy looked around.
About to wipe his hands
on his trousers, he realised he had been sitting on the bus,
and who knew what kind of bacteria had spread all over his
jeans. He remembered hearing about the analysed sample
taken from a seat: it contained intestinal acid, urine... and even semen!
What the fuck am I supposed to do? I'll catch bloody
herpes or something if I'm not careful!
He hobbled over to the cubicle
and got some tissue paper to gingerly wipe, then tuck his member away
before going to wash his hands. Hold on - how does this
work? He'd have to open the scummy tap, wash his
hands, then touch the tap again to close the water?
Fuck that! How would he even get out of the toilet
without getting somebody's germs all over? He then
realised, whilst deep in thought, he'd been stroking his goatee.
For fuck's sake! What the fuck! I'm fucking
diseased! Shit shit shit!
This was starting to get
ridiculous. He started to feel panicky. Woozy.
He needed soap. The liquid soap was the key. The
nozzle was clogged up with black ooze. He blacked out.
Looking for change to buy a
packet of peanuts, Kevin realised he had spiked Andy's drink
with his anti-psychotic medication, not rohypnol. He
remembered hearing that this could induce various side effects
in a normal person such as paranoia, dizzy spells.. and stuff like that. He walked into the toilet to
find Andy on the floor with some thick translucent fluid on his
beard. Looks like somebody beat me to it...
Well... the more the merrier eh...
Kevin looked
around...
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