He'd gotten up from his chair.
	Taken her by the hand and told her he was going to fuck her.
	Not that he wanted to.
	Merely that he was going to.
	She had accepted this as a foregone conclusion, even though she hadn't spoken a word to him yet.
	She'd taken him here.
	He had no memory of the journey.
	But he assumed that he was in a dorm room somewhere.
	Then again he had no memory of even who this girl was.
	She could have been any girl in the world.
	She was any girl in the world.
	Then they'd fucked.
	That was the most surreal part.
	Her pussy had looked so surreal, and his body had responded to the stimulation she'd provided on its own accord.
	He'd watched her lying there on the bed and felt his dick grow.
	But the experience had been like watching one of the porno tapes he kept back at the frat house.
	His body had become the star of a show that nobody was watching.
	Even when his cock had slid into her, he felt it could easily have been sliding into anything.
	He looked at the end table next to the bed and saw the condom wrapper lying there.
	The tear in the wrapper obscuring the logo.
	She'd moaned and pulled at him.
	Digging her fingers into the flesh of his back as he lay on top of her doing his business.
	That's exactly what he was doing.
	His business.
	It all felt very normal.
	He craved the normality.
	And this girl was just another opportunity.
	Just another.
	He panicked.
	He felt he was sinking into the bed.
	He sat bolt upright unable to recall ever having fucked another person before.
	The walls closed in upon him.
	It was like realizing he'd left his pot burning back at home and it had caused the entire dorm to burn down.
	No that wasn't right he thought, it was that he'd left the oven on.
	Then the walls were back to normal.
	The pounding in his chest eased and he felt himself relax, sinking back beside the naked woman next to him.
	What the fuck, he thought.
	The girl rolled over next to him.
	She was pretty, he thought.
	Or at least he would have thought she was pretty if he'd thought anything about her at all.
	Then the urgency to piss came upon him and he realized that he couldn't lay there forever.
	Wherever there was.
	So he got up.
	The air was cool against his flesh, and the room took on a different perspective as he stood.
	He casually bent down to pick up the two condoms that lay on the floor next to the bed filled with his own essence.
	For some reason he felt that he couldn't leave them lying there, so he tossed them in the garbage can near the table.
	The sound of his own piss hitting the toilet bowl brought him comfort in the same way that the leaky faucet had.
	He felt that at least he could still take pleasure in the simple things life offered.
	Like the feeling of relief that occurred whenever a guy took a really good, really long, really hard piss.
	The last of the feeling of panic drained into that toilet bowl, and he was relieved to think that he might be okay.