Imagine for a moment, you are a woman.
You're at a sort of bar & grill that's part of a college campus, when you suddenly have to pee. So you head for the restroom. Looks quiet. When suddenly, emerging from a stall, is a balding manlet janitor.
You stare at each other in shock. Then he breaks the silence. "Eheh, I'm, uh, I'm cleem.
" His breath is quiet, but heavy. An open mouth grin full of crooked teeth spreads across his face. In one hand, a bottle of peroxide cleaner. His other? Reflexively groping around his growing erection. He doesn't go all the way and touch himself, but it's clear what his instincts were telling him to do.
You really wish he wasn't here. But you can't kill him. As easy at it would be to do. So what recourse do you take?
You're at a sort of bar & grill that's part of a college campus, when you suddenly have to pee. So you head for the restroom. Looks quiet. When suddenly, emerging from a stall, is a balding manlet janitor.
You stare at each other in shock. Then he breaks the silence. "Eheh, I'm, uh, I'm cleem.
" His breath is quiet, but heavy. An open mouth grin full of crooked teeth spreads across his face. In one hand, a bottle of peroxide cleaner. His other? Reflexively groping around his growing erection. He doesn't go all the way and touch himself, but it's clear what his instincts were telling him to do.You really wish he wasn't here. But you can't kill him. As easy at it would be to do. So what recourse do you take?
