She went to the shower, and I stayed in her room (in the dorm). Suddenly, crap, the lights go out and I’m in complete darkness (it was in the winter, late in the evening), my eyes didn’t get used to it right away.
Well, I’m sitting there, damn it, I think maybe that’s how it was intended—her job. And suddenly I suddenly had the urge to take a shit, I usually take loperamide in the morning so that I don’t want to shit while driving, and in the evening this shit suddenly lets go so that I’m on guard!
Fuck, I’m sitting in a strange room, in an unfamiliar dorm for the first time and I'm torn with the desire to take a shit. I can’t stand it, I feel for some newspaper, spread it on the floor and begin my low task. Fucked up pretty hard. The room smells like shit, shopper! I carefully wrapped my shit in the same newspaper by touch and opened the window (it was at least a little visible) and threw the bag in there with a flourish.
I threw it away, but I fuck the stink! I felt some bottles on her bedside table, I thought perfume - what else could a woman have? I opened the bottle and let’s spray it around the room around me.
Well, it seems like the stink has become less.
And then my woman returns from the shower. "What's that stench?" asks.
I mutter something incomprehensible and then again - fuck - the LIGHT is turned on!
There is a mesh stretched across the window, covered in my shit. Some of the shit is on the floor. And damn, everything around is splattered with greenery!
