It seemed that what he was seeing was not a localised event, but it may well be happening city wide, though he didn't have much of an idea of what to do about it.  Had everyone just come up with some consensus just to go at it as if today was their last day?  He certainly couldn't remember any such thing.  A disease maybe?  No.  He couldn't possibly be the<em>only</em>person who was unaffected by it.  Shaking his head, he burst into the changing rooms.  It wasn't that much different, and even as he undid his shirt to change, the smooth leg of a woman brushed against his arm as she was ridden on the counter next to him.  It took him only a moment, before he lost his cool.<br/><br/><strong>"There's no way I can work like this!"</strong>he roared, bursting the last buttons on his shirt as he pulled it apart.  For a moment he considered jumping on the woman and giving her what-for, but that didn't solve his problem.<br/><br/>Bare-chested he stalked through the corridors to the manager's office, where he intended to get to the bottom of this.  He was so flustered that he paid no attention to what was going on around him.<em>These people have no style!  To go at it in such an undignified manner!  If they want to...</em>The groping hands of a woman stroked stroked his cheek and Mitsuomi did a double three-sixty turn, propelled by blood from his nose, and flopped onto the floor.  Wiping the nose-bleed, he stood up, his heart still racing and continued to his managers office.<em>Got to sort this mess out and soon!</em>