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Odyssey Project II Chapter 1It wasn't until later, in his room, that Paul found the little vomit stain on his trousers. He regarded it with a little bit of surprise, having not noticed that the red-haired man had vomited at all. He'd been watching the whole time and nothing had come from the man's mouth as he had lain upon Paul.
Paul supposed he ought to not care, so he stripped off his trousers and put on a fresh khaki pair that he actually rather liked. As a rule, he'd never liked khaki, feeling that it made him seem to be more middle-aged than he really was. He was thirty, by God! In the prime of his life! Isn't that what they always said?
It was only as he was slipping them on that he noticed there was a small mark on his leg. The color was similar to that of the vomit. That is, it was a pale green, like jade, with tiny flecks of red and forest green. It then occurred to him that it hadn't really looked like vomit at all. In fact, it didn't.
He took a wet cloth, assuming that the vomit had soaked through his
Odyssey II Chapter 1 (Entry 1)
Odyssey II Chapter 1: Trust is a Worthless Comoddity
Paul now sat upon his creaking bed in his room wearing his only other pair of trousers, the window overlooking a bustling street, his arms to the side and a comic in one hand. He'd felt really useless as the guy lay sprawled in his lap. Did he really have to act so cold when Paul asked if was okay? He sighed and shook his head.
The room was fairly small, with only a small desk and chair, and a chest of drawers to accommodate. Upon the desk lay a few books and comics, and a pair of trousers lay screwed-up next to the drawers. He'd attempted to remove the stain, with no luck. After a few tries at the local laundrette, and some industrial-strength cleaner, it still stuck headfast like Excalibur stuck in a rock, now dried up.
He let go of the comic, which fluttered to the floor and landed in an 'open' position, then stooped to pick up the pants. As the pants unfolded themselves within Paul's grasp, he was stunned to find the stain had my
The Demon on the TrainThere are demons on the train
And more demons in the brain
And every days the same
Except the one that counts
Mind goes back to innocence
Grown up its just insolence
Someone call an ambulance
The pressure on you mounts
It isn't that you don't care
Or you aren't even aware
It isn't really fair
That he sat down next to you
But demons are retreating
And you chance upon a meeting
All because your choice of seating
So I guess it's "how'd you do?"
Of Wet Dreams and Nightmares Paul removed his trousers and flung them over the back of a chair.
"I'll get them cleaned tomorrow," Paul thought as he laid down to sleep.
As he was about to drift off the vomit streaked through the air towards him, more specifically, towards his nose. Before Paul could think to react he felt the force hit his nostrils. Paul sat up with a start and gasped for air since his nose was now blocked.
"A dream? I've got a cold and my half asleep brain pumped out a two second nightmare."
Nasty foreign germs. Paul thought back to the last time he was here. No cold and the only dream that woke him up was a wet dream.
A thought kept running through his head, if he wanted to prove to himself that this was all just his imagination then he had to check his trousers for the vomit.
"Of course it's there," Paul thought. He couldn't believe that as a grown thirty year old man, h
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