On thursday, Alan did not relieve himself, thinking that since he would be going out on Friday night, he would perhaps find a willing other to help him with this two man job. Come Friday, with Alan's built up anticipation, he was finding it difficult to control himself. He tried everything to keep his mind and hand off it. Time to skip off to the clubs would not come soon enough...
By the time the sun had sufficiently decended and Alan decided to leave, he was crying, his alter ego ready to burst at the touch of another.
I cried, because I was just so....