I never fail. I've heard that line somewhere before. It has a somewhat rigid sound to it, but I'm sure I'm being ridiculed like that somewhere in the company too. I believe in not being shaken by anything that happens. I don't break my routine. The commuter train is always at the same time, the same car, the same door. As usual. But today was a little different. My crotch is wet... What the hell happened? I can't hide my agitation at the sudden stimulation. No, no. If I get shaken up by this, it's not like me... But today, I want something of unknown origin to be applied to my crotch, and I can't stand it. Day after day, something slimy is applied to me, my head is blank, and even without making a sound, I squirt. I don't care what happens anymore. It's okay if it's vulgar. Because I've found a pleasure greater than work.