After last lecture on Thursday I hurried home and showered before walking around to their house. I was wearingly carefully casual artistic clothes, or at least I hoped I was. Jim opened the door, surprised to see me.“Hi Jim, is Naomi home?”Naomi pushed past him. “Hi not-Butch, you’re late!” she chimed happily. “Well don’t just stand there, come in!”Jim stood back, trying to assess the situation. He obviously didn’t know about my invite.I sat myself down on the living room sofa where Naomi gestured. Naomi jumped onto the other end, tucking her legs under her. She seemed bubbly. “Jim, sit down too! Butch has to finish drawing you” she instructed, pointing to an armchair.Jim glared at me. He looked fed-up. I waved him off “Don’t worry, I finished it yesterday”. “From memory” I added.“So why are you here?” Jim asked me. He looked at Naomi and back at me. “Are you too together?”Naomi reddened instantly “No no, mum just asked Butch to paint me”.Jim looked like he was going to choke. Then he. Heknew that the salt water would add to his sunburn, but he didn'tknow how he knew this fact.With almost every ounce of energy he had in his body, Jimmypulled himself up the beach until he was finally at the edge of aclump of bushes. Taking no precautions for wild animals, insects,or anything else, he crawled into the bushes, gasping at the firmcool ground, and the first shade which caressed his body.Jimmy slept like he had slept when he was a baby. He slept for whatseemed like years, all while held safely by his clump of bushes. Hisbodily functions had returned to somewhat normal, although Jimmywas too tired to notice them. He slept on. He slept as he urinatedseveral times, coating his body and his earth bed with his fluids.When his bowels released themselves, he did not notice, or care,being lost in his curative sleep. As he turned and rolled during hissleep, he did so in his own feces, covering himself in his waste.Jimmy awoke in a startled state. He remembered the water and.
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