text: Hank had to make a choice, but Hank didn't really feel like he had a choice. He still hadn't figured out what was going on, but it didn't seem like he was going to find out on his own, anyway. Perhaps by staying close to Sasha, he might get some answers. And of course, staying close to Sasha sounded like a very good idea to him, anyway. He didn't understand what was happening, but he didn't have a lot of confidence in the doctor's ability to help him, either. He reached out for the pill and said, "Okay."
  
  Sasha backed away and laughed, saying, "Oh, Hank, that's not good enough. I need more than that."
  
  Hank stood there a moment confused. He said, "What? What else do you need?"
  
  Sasha smiled evilly and replied, "That's what I want to hear." She moved in close to him and put her lips right next to his ear. Her lips lightly brushed against his ear and he thought he felt an electric shock run across his body. She whispered, "I need you to say the words, Hank. I need you to promise me that you'll do whatever I ask of you when I ask."
  
  She backed away and her incredible scent moved with her. Hank's brain felt like it cleared a little bit as she moved. He smiled and replied, "Yes. Yes. I promise to do whatever you ask of me when you ask."
  
  Sasha laughed out loud and spun around again. She held out her hand with the bright blue pill and allowed Hank to take it this time. She said, "That's wonderful Hank. We shall have such good times, I do believe, once again. I cannot wait. I do hope that you will come see me again tonight." With that, she turned and just ran away from him. Hank just stood there, dumbfounded, once again confused about everything that was happening in the world. He watched her go and just stared after her. Even after she turned the corner, he just stood there. Finally, he was shaken out of his thoughts by another very painful itch. He shoved his hand back down his pants and waddled his way home, holding the blue pill tightly in his other hand.
  
  He got back to his apartment and put his things on the counter. He looked at the blue pill. She didn't give him any instructions, so he figured it was as safe as it was going to get. He looked over at the clock and noticed it was just 11:30, so he could take the pill and then start to worry about lunch. He headed to the kitchen and opened the fridge. Since the pill didn't come with any instructions, he figured he was safe with a beer. He pulled out a beer, cracked it open, and tossed down the pill.
  
  He didn't feel anything, but he wasn't really sure that he would. Most medicines and things took a long time to take effect. He made his way over to the couch and had a seat. He reached for the remote control, but then it did hit him: he felt good. He felt very, very good. He smiled and his eyes fell to half-mast. Oh yes, this was a feeling he could really get used to. The room started to look a little blurry and like it had a lot more color than it had that morning. He smiled as he heard music in his head. He nodded along with the music and closed his eyes.
  
  When Hank opened his eyes, he felt fine. He didn't feel anything extra, just like he was normal. He quickly reached down to his groin and felt for blisters -- nothing! He yanked his pants open and looked inside: everything was just how it should be. Had he completely dreamed everything else that had happened to him? He was sitting on the couch. He looked over at the clock: the time showing was 9:00. Looking over at the window he could see it was already dark outside. What was happening to him? There were just too many things going on. He idly wondered if it was still Saturday. Suddenly his phone buzzed. He looked down and there was another message from the unknown caller:
  
  Come to the bar and we'll have a good time
  
  Of course, that had to be from Sasha. But was that really a good idea? Hank remembered what happened last time he had a good time with her. Or had it? He checked out his junk again, and everything appeared to be completely fine. If Hank wasn't looking at the text, he would swear this was all just a dream. He got up and looked into the bedroom and the bed was still a total mess. It sure appeared that everything had really happpened. He remembered the blue pill and wondered what in the world could be in something like that. He thought of Sasha and smiled. She was nice to be around, and nice to look at, that was for sure. But did he really want to go through all that again? Maybe he should just stay home for the rest of the weekend. But he did sort of owe Sasha after his promise to her.
  
  > Hank stays home to try and settle his brain.
  Hank really didn't know what was going on. He couldn't possibly understand it. And despite what he might have told Sasha, he really wasn't ready to do whatever that was again. He thought briefly about sending her a text, but he still wasn't 100% sure that was her number that was texting him. And besides, he wouldn't be the first one to ever ghost someone on a second date. But wait, was it a date? Hank wasn't really sure what it was. He really was used to being in charge, and the more he thought about what he couldn't remember, the more he wasn't sure if he really was the one in charge. And no damn woman was going to be in charge of him, even if she was a drug dealer. Wait. Could she actually be a drug dealer? Should Hank be worried here? He had heard stories about people getting hooked on meth after just one try. Did she give him meth? Was he a druggie now?
  
  Hank sat back down on the couch. His brain was going in so many directions he couldn't keep up. He turned on the television, but he wasn't really watching it. He stared off into space, his mind still wandering all over the place. He wasn't really sure what he should do. Maybe he should just go to bed and forget it all. Maybe if he slept it off, everything would just go back to normal. It was already late enough that he might be able to get some sleep. Then maybe tomorrow he could figure out what was really going on. He got up, turned the tv off, and headed to his bedroom.
  
  He stripped and lay down on the bed. As soon as he did, his stomach growled. He realized that he hadn't had anything to eat all day -- but this wasn't that kind of noise. This was the noise that was warning him that he was going to be in the bathroom very soon. He tried to ignore it, but he couldn't go to sleep. He sat up and his head started swimming. The entire room was spinning, as if he had been drinking all day long. He knew he hadn't been, but this was bad. He reached out to the wall to steady himself as he made his way to his feet. He had to close his eyes as a massive pounding started at the back of his head. It was possible that he now felt worse than when he had gotten up this morning. He kept his hand on the wall to keep from falling as he headed for the bathroom.
  
  He sat down on the toilet and his insides just let loose. He was surprised to see that he was still seated after the blast that echoed in the room. That was a real relief, but it burned. It gave his insides relief, but the pain in his head was still strong. He kept his eyes closed at he sat on the toilet. He thought of Sasha and the headache seemed to subside just a little bit. That didn't sound like something that could be real, but he tried it again -- the more he thought about Sasha, the less his head hurt. Was that the answer? Should he really go and meet up with her and see if she could explain any of this? How could she, though? This didn't make any sense. Science was the answer here, and he had drugs he could take out in the other room. A headache meant Tylenol or Aspirin. The rest was just psychological, he was sure of it.
  
  > Hank just takes some medicine and goes back to bed to sleep it off.
  Hank could never go out in this state. In fact, he wasn't completely sure he could make it back to the kitchen. But he had left all the pills and medicine there, so he was going to have to give it a shot. He sat there on the toilet, waiting for a minute, to make sure he was ready to get up. He started to stand up, but he was dizzy, so he sat back down. Finally, while he was sitting there, he gave up all pretense of dignity at this point. He slid his shoes off and just took his pants off right there. He wiped his rear and stood up again, half naked. He just needed to take one more round of the pills and let them do their work. He put his hand on the wall again to keep himself steady and started to work his way to the kitchen.
  
  He was still dizzy and his stomach clearly wasn't working quite right. He knew he needed the pills, though. Things were a little foggy as he made his way to the kitchen, but he found the kitchen and the counter. He had to hold on to the counter to keep from falling over as he reached into the fridge and grabbed a can of beer. He set it on the counter and had some difficulty flipping the top. He just didn't seem to quite be very coordinated at the minute. He did manage to open the beer and then drink half the can before he remembered that he had come out there for the medicine. He tried to read the labels on the medicine, but his eyes wouldn't quite focus. He poured out a few from each of the containers until he had a small handful of pills. That looked about right, he thought, as he tossed them into his mouth and chased it by slamming the rest of the beer. As soon as the concoction hit his stomach, he froze. There was another gurgling in his stomach and he turned to head for the bathroom. He did not make it. His ass just exploded all over the kitchen. He fell to his hands and knees and tried to stop it, but his insides were once again deciding they were going to be empty, and they were going to be empty right now. He could feel the mixture splashing around his legs and he realized his knees were wet. He crawled away from the kitchen, leaving a trail of nasty to the bathroom.
  
  With no other idea of what to do, Hank crawled into the bathtub and curled up. He was in pain and his asshole was burning again. He turned on the shower to let the water attempt to wash over him and clean him off a little. He didn't even care that he still had a shirt on. The water was cold, but that didn't bother him right now, either. He curled up and started shivering, and then his head started pounding again. He closed his eyes and tried to think, but it was just pain in his head and shivering in his body. He tried to reach up to turn off the water, but found he no longer had the strength to reach the faucet. He stared at it until it was out of focus. Then he felt the darkness starting to close in. It was a relief as the pain finally started to subside as he faded into unconsciousness...
  
  Well, good reader, congratulations, you managed to avoid the succubus, mostly, but still managed to end up dead. Feel free to try again and see where else Hank might end up! Thank you for reading.