"Where..?" you whisper out loud, your voice sounding hoarse and weak as if you were straining it to it's capacity.
You look around your surroundings with clouded eyes. You cannot remember where you are. How long have you been asleep? It feels like you've been sleeping all day.
Weakly, you brace yourself on some prickly object and rise to your feet. Another sting of pain draws your attention to deep scratches and cuts along parts of your naked body. Your eyes become clear once more and you look at your surroundings.
You are in a locker room. At school? Some of the lockers have been denting in and the bench that helped you to your feet has been shattered. The room looks as if two animals have torn it apart.
You rub away a nagging pain in your knee with the palm of your hand. Suddenly recognition hits you. Why are you naked?
You run your fingers through your hair in contemplation. Your hair is stiff and somewhat sticky. A clock on the wall appears undamaged in it's protective cage. It couldnt be that time, could it? You really have been sleeping all day from what you last remember.
What do you remember? You spent your first couple days at school without much of a fuss and then...
A girl? Yes, you remember now. She was the finest piece of work you ever saw. You found something... you cant remember what.
A faint echo of pleasure surges through you. What the hell was that? You remember the girl got sick and...
Bocka-wow! Now you remember. A grin wiggles it's way onto your face. That tingling feeling is still locked into your body. Of all the chicks you've ever banged... it was... it was... wow.
You spot your clothes crumpled up under the drinking fountain and reach over to grab them. Yes, it was Melissa. She drank that crazy stuff and grew into an 8' 5" goddess of perfectly formed proportions. Oh, her proportions. You can still taste them. Your knee groans in protest as you bend it to fit into the leg of your pants.
But where is your beutiful goddess? You call out her name but there is no answer. The locker room door has been torn from it's hinges and rests outside in the cool evening air.
Working into the last article of your clothing you make your way outside.
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Mon Nov 1 11:07:31 1999