Come on! Hurry up. He willed the peristalsis to go a bit more quickly.
Come on! Hurry up.
“Seems like the piping doesn’t work as well as you get older,” came the voice from the other side of the stall.
John’s stomach clenched with horror, immediately identifying the person in the stall beside him.
“I’ve tried pills… but the old lady says it makes it stink even more. Permeates the house she says.” The voice went on, “after a while, it’s nice to have a little company in here.”
Having had enough, John abandoned his post. With trembling hands, he ripped off a handful of squares of toilet paper, wiped, and leapt up. As he pulled the stall door open, there was another groan followed by one of the most disgusting series of spurts, splashes and splattering his ears had ever witnessed.
Beca
