His two hundred dollar shoes scraped something

His two hundred dollar shoes scraped something from the men's room floor that he didn't want to think about. Her perfume, still on his shirt so strong it overpowered the urinalcake

, haunted his mind. Why did she have such a damned grip on him? Washing his hands he remembered the curve of her hip, pushing the door open he recalled her breath on his neck. How

she occupied his mind for so long was beyond him. He could just barely taste the sweetness of her lips on his, but perhaps that was too much. The ache that grew inside of him with

swallowed a love note. The enema's were unbearable because he was in love with the nurse giving them. He hoped the next flushing would reveal his poem to the nurse and

unite them together in a wave of shared understanding, splashing into the basin like an outpouring of emotion against the numbing rocks of solidarity. She didn't see it, though,

because of the blindfold, and remained in the dark on many subjects, and also she couldn't see anything. But the rest of the group really pulled together as

she was spun around three times. She swung haphazardly. The sound of something breaking was heard. The crowd screamed. She lifted the blindfold. Candy was everywhere. "Pinata!"

She simply stared wide eyed at the animal hanging from the ceiling, now split open. She lowered the baseball bat and gave a slow grin. She was going to eat till she was sick!

Weird,but no other kids seem to want to get to that warm,steamy,red candy.It was so delicious!What were they,stupid?The piñata was intact,but she still hit something-why waste?