“So Trance you mean to tell me I get to sleep with all those wives with no strings attached.”  “But Max, their is this so called ritual a condition.  The “Your-In” club is about drinking female urine mixed with good ol iron while the woman of your choice is on her menstrual. After you do that, you are officially in.”  “I’m a freak, but no fucking vampire let alone a piss drinker.  By the way, how many woman are in this group”  I asked, with a debatable look on my face?  “As much time as you spend going through an empty phone book having a drink and wanking off, you of all should consider”, Trance answered.  “The ritual is called “Your-In” now Max see you later.”  “I hope not”, I mumbled.  One more question before you leave Trance!  “How do those women know I have a beautiful cock?”  Trance stared at me and said, “the showers have cameras, also.  Don’t worry Max if your perved enough you’ll drink. The women will be in touch by email pick your girl. Hundreds of thousands close to a million women Max!” “I don’t care”, I said walking to take my seat to attend the last seminar.”  “Oh Max!”  I stopped, turning my head to look at Trance hopefully for the last time.  “I forgot to tell ya, you passed the “Your-In” required by the men.  You mixed piss.”  I shrugged my shoulders upward and proceeded to keep walking.  To my surprise, after the seminar, Trance was no where around. Not that I wanted to have another word about this group called the “Your-In”.  Even though my life was boring enough, I had no appetite to spruce it up with menstrual and pee.

Once I placed my suitcase and belongings inside the Greyhound’s storage compartment, I walked to the back of the bus to use the hand sanitizer inside of the porta-potty.  I lifted the warm black plastic lid to take a leak and saw dark red fluid floating instead of the typical blue sanitation solution used to water down foul smells and break down bowel.  As I bent over to get a closer look, large thick dark red blood clots the size of fresh tomatoe pulps were inside the toilet. “Here we go again” I shouted, loud enough for other passengers to have probably heard me.  Standing their with penis in hand do I urinate knowing that the “Your-In” has already basically forced me to mix piss.  This amount of blood I’m no doctor, but I wonder if medical has even seen this much extraction.  The toilet looks as if it was used as a dump pot for a large Plasma center’s hazardous chemicals.  Who knows what’s underneath all that waste.  My decision was final.  I would be waiting a full two hours until this bus arrive in another state to use Greyhound’s facility restroom.  The bus had began to move backwards so I didn’t want to cause a big scene so I quietly unlocked and opened the door walked between the seats to take my position.  I wanted out of that city and nothing was going to delay my leaving any longer not even reporting the sight of thick blood.  I had no problem deciding not even close to considering becoming part of such a group as the “Your-In”.  How could you ask someone to drink such an unpurified substance just to become to them someone of substance?  The “Your-In” group could very well have members in my hometown.  This situation regarding the dark urine and blood has become part of my everyday life.  What happens to me if I’m so horny one day and I drink the mixed antidote?  My sex life has been at standstill every since I started my new business career. When I arrived back in my hometown, I did everything to avoid contact with strangers.  Maybe it was around the third week of my return when I started receiving emails from beautiful women.

  



To be continued:

 Max AKA BraineMatter AKA DeWayne White 

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