John was smiling to
himself as the water ran down his body. Nothing quite matched the
feeling of a warm shower after a sweaty workout. He didn't
particularly care for the macho-banter of his shower-mates, but it
was a small price to pay for the slice of heaven he was now enjoying.
Stepping out from
under the water was disappointing as always, and the smell of manly
sweat hit him full force as he stepped into the locker room. A
tangled mess of after-shave and hormone-laden bodily secretions that
made him think of the results he had gotten when he decided to mix
together all the ingredients of his chemistry kit as a kid. Nothing
good could come of it.
He pulled on his
boxers, his shirt and his pants, and sat down to take care of his
socks. Then it happened. He straightened up and looked around. Was he
going crazy, or did something in here really smell like boiled crab?
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