CHAPTER 23

“Does it hurt to much?”

Michaela groans in pain.

“Ah! I think I'm going to die. My insides feel as if they are going to burst.”

Nate holds her hand in his. It's only after his palm starts sweating that he becomes conscious of the contact.

“Did you eat something inappropriate? Maybe it's did poisoning.”

She squeezes his hand harder and mewls like a baby.

“Do something. I think I'm doing.” She says.

“okay. Come on. Sit up. I think it will help with the pain.”

She tries sitting up following Nate's guidance. He massages get back with a firm hand. And so it comes. The fart. It sounds like a thunder and echoes like it too. A monstrous unpleasant noise. But it's nothing compared to when the smell researchers Nate's noise.

The trailer reeks of rotten eggs. It tingles his throat and he feels like puking.

Michaela collapses on the bed, very evidently satisfied and even lightheaded.

Nate buries his head into the pillow while Michaela continues to laugh.

What is it with this woman? He wonders, dying a slow death.