#51 Napalm
My screams shattered the silence as they echoed throughout the darkened room. "Why, God Why?" I wailed. I was beset by a pain that was unlike any I had ever known. My loins were on fire. It felt as if Hades had my bowels in his merciless clutches. My cry ebbed as the last ounce of breath passed through my lips. The pain had grown so intense that I was unable to draw another breath. I writhed violently about on the cold tiles, desperately trying to refil my lungs.
I eventually managed to regain my breath but this breath, like the previous one, was squandered on yet another pathetic howl. I tried to stand, but my ankles were hopelessly tangled in my boxers. Pain-induced nausea gripped me and I could feel my throat tighten in preparation for the impendent emisis. I momentarily aborted my antics to steal a glance at my crotch. There were no flames emanating from my rectum as I had supposed.
Alas, my writhing had exhausted me. The frigid tiles pressed against my buttocks, sending a chill up my spine as I sat there in the corner with my legs stretched out in front of me. Beads of cold seat accumulated on my brow as I began to contemplate the origin of my agony. It was then that the light came on and I beheld Ginger standing in the doorway in her night gown. She was clearly cross. She had been forced to abandon her precious slumber and was wholly incapable of dispensing solace.
She stormed across the bathroom to the open drawer and removed a tube of Preparation-H. "Looking for this?!" She muttered angrily as she hurled the tube in my direction. I flinched as it struck me in the face and fell to the floor. A single nagging question arose as I stared at the tube. "If the cooling-gel is on the floor, then what's in my hand?" I glanced quickly at the contents of my left hand.
Ginger had turned and shuffled off down the hall. Her slippers rubbed against the carpet producing a soft cadence that was accompanied by the "swish-swish" of her satin gown. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to chase her down and smack her in her stupid head. This was all her fault. The Listerine toothpaste belonged in the SECOND drawer from the bottom!
I eventually managed to regain my breath but this breath, like the previous one, was squandered on yet another pathetic howl. I tried to stand, but my ankles were hopelessly tangled in my boxers. Pain-induced nausea gripped me and I could feel my throat tighten in preparation for the impendent emisis. I momentarily aborted my antics to steal a glance at my crotch. There were no flames emanating from my rectum as I had supposed.
Alas, my writhing had exhausted me. The frigid tiles pressed against my buttocks, sending a chill up my spine as I sat there in the corner with my legs stretched out in front of me. Beads of cold seat accumulated on my brow as I began to contemplate the origin of my agony. It was then that the light came on and I beheld Ginger standing in the doorway in her night gown. She was clearly cross. She had been forced to abandon her precious slumber and was wholly incapable of dispensing solace.
She stormed across the bathroom to the open drawer and removed a tube of Preparation-H. "Looking for this?!" She muttered angrily as she hurled the tube in my direction. I flinched as it struck me in the face and fell to the floor. A single nagging question arose as I stared at the tube. "If the cooling-gel is on the floor, then what's in my hand?" I glanced quickly at the contents of my left hand.
Ginger had turned and shuffled off down the hall. Her slippers rubbed against the carpet producing a soft cadence that was accompanied by the "swish-swish" of her satin gown. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to chase her down and smack her in her stupid head. This was all her fault. The Listerine toothpaste belonged in the SECOND drawer from the bottom!
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