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Andy' s plan

Andy looked at 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 'brother' on her profile, mind you, he had only been paying attention to the females.  Dammit!  That guy's watching my every move!

He didn't feel so good.  He looked down at his cock and realised he had touched it with the same hands that pushed the men's door open.  The handplate was scraped black.  Was it from polish or was it the veritable stain of a hundred hands?  Did they even wash?  Fuck.  Next time, wash hands, then take a slash, then wash hands again.

He was about to wipe his hands on his trousers when he realised he had been sitting on the bus, and who knows what kind of bacteria had spread all over his jeans.  He remembered hearing about the analysed sample taken from a seat: it contained vomit, 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 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, sweaty hands (or was it balls?) and stuff like that.  He walked into the toilet to find Andy on the floor with some thick translucent liquid on his face.  Looks like somebody beat me to it.  Oh well.

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