dawn rogers
									He prods his anus to see what's going on. Some of the shit drops to the ground, landing with a splat that splashes his legs. Bile was sliding down the back of his thigh, semi-liquid, like baby shit. He took the blanket that hung around his shoulders and wiped his arse with it, spreading the shit up his crack and back, and over his perfect cheeks. Some of it had gone through the thin blanket. He examined the brown smear on his fingers. He sniffed them, licked them, and then wiped his mouth with a soggy edge of the blanket. He wiped his fingers down his thigh. Some of the shit stayed under his fingernails. His feet were still bloody, and now they also had dog shit on them, as well as his own piss and faeces. There was nothing but the already shitty blanket to wipe them on. He crouched down and rubbed the sole of his left foot on a corner of the material. The blanket stuck to his back. He leaned against the wall and felt the semi-solid splurge in all directions at the base of his spine. The wind blew against his wet legs and immediately made him shiver. He tried to dry his legs off, but the blanket was already damp from a fine smattering of rain. He looked down at his penis, the small piece of skin that covered the organ. He rolled the skin back and urine gushed from the end, spraying his dirty fingers with warm liquid. When the flow had reduced to a dribble, he pushed the skin back over his pathetic cock. It was now limp and dribbling with traces of a brown smear where his shitty fingers had touched it.
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			I enjoyed the course very much and learned lots of new techniques to help me get unstuck.
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