That smell was so bad that every breath was sheer horror! Before I could wipe myself I had to jump off the toilet seat and puked for a second time. I think this time was worse because I was looking right down into the evil pit. I had several drive heaves before I was able to sit back down to clean my bottom. When I was finished wiping myself I didn’t bother to stop and wash my hands; I just wanted out of that place as fast as possible.
As I was coming out I ran into that same man who let me cut in front of him before. When I ran into the back of him he reached around as he was turning and grabbed my shoulder. I guess he thought I was falling or something.