I never fail. I've heard this line somewhere before. It has a stiff ring to it, but maybe I'm being sarcastically said the same thing somewhere in the company. My creed is to remain unflappable no matter what happens. I don't break my routine. The commuter train is always at the same time, same car, same door every morning. As usual. Yet, today was a bit different. My crotch is wet… Who did this to me and what? I can't hide my shock from the sudden stimulation. No, stop it. Getting flustered by this isn't like me… But. Today too, I desperately want someone to put something of unknown origin on my crotch. Every day, I'm coated with something slimy, my head feels fuzzy, and I leak even without making a sound. I don't care what happens anymore. Even if it's shameful, it's fine. I've found more enjoyment than just work.
