“So why the heck do I have a rash?!” I asked the mirror image of me.
I reached down and pulled on the skin of my sack.
“OOOUCH!” I moaned in pain.
“Alvin, are you okay in there?” I heard John say from the other side of the bathroom door.
I turned off the sink faucet, which had been running that entire time, before answering him.
“Um, I’m not sure.”
The door opened and John stepped in. One look at him and I could tell that he was still burning mad. However when he saw me standing butt naked in the middle of the bathroom, he seemed to soften some.
“Wow, that doesn’t look good.” Was his first comment, “Does it itch?”
I shook my head.