“Or, I could just sit in the bushes and pump the hand pumpuntil the plumbing was superpressurized to 110 psi. This way, whensomeone goes to flush a toilet, the toilet tank will explode. At 150 psi, ifsomeone turns on the shower, the water pressure will blow off the showerhead, strip the threads, blam, the shower head turns into a mortar shell.Tyler only says this to make me feel better. The truth is I like my boss.Besides, I'm enlightened now. You know, only Buddha-style behavior.”

“Replaying her words in my head, I could feel my face redden again. I wanted to flush my head down the toilet.”

“My brain is like a water faucet that I can turn on or off. Only now there is no off and the water of thoughts just flows.”

“I'm going to take a shower," I said and prepared for the comment I knew was coming. "You know what they say, conserve water and shower with a friend.”

“But when I saw the price of water I nearly choked. In the last hour it had gone up tenfold. Buying some more information, I learned that there had been an attack, this time at a water treatment facility in Brookhurst. A corporation from a competing Karitzu paid a mercenary firm to blow it up, and raw sewage was now spilling into the aquifer.My God! Did this happen before my shower? What about the toilet? Christ, I may have just blown six hundred caps on a single flush!Hell, for the next few hours I couldn’t even afford to wash my hands.”

“Well, that went well,” I muttered to my cock, which had optimistically jumped up when I did. All pumped up with nowhere to go. I took it for a shower and gave it a few strokes to make it feel better, but it wasn’t fooled. It knew it was just my hand tugging on it.”