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And on top of that he was itchy all over, his feet especially. Had the Indian food aggravated his athlete's
foot? It never had before.

He lay there for a time hoping the itching would fade, but if anything it got worse. He had no choice but
to apply more Preparation AF.



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With a sigh he sat up and switched on the light. He pushed back the covers and frowned. Then he
laughed. No wonder his feet were itchingтАФhe was still wearing his socks.

Then he frowned again. He had taken them off. He distinctly remembered doing so. In fact he didnтАЩt even
recognize these socks. He was positive he didnтАЩt own a pair this colorтАФ gray with a red pattern.

He reached down to take them off and his fingers sank into the fluffy pulp that was now his right foot.

His heart gave a massive thump, paused and carried on. His flesh crawled with revulsion and his insides
seemed to shrink. His fingers, shaking now, fumbled at the other foot. It felt the sameтАФsoft and yielding
as if it was boneless.

His scream came out as a croak. Then, as he became more aware of the general itchiness all over his
body, he tore furiously at his pajama jacket.

тАЬOh God,тАЭ he whimpered.

His lower belly was covered in the same gray, red-streaked substance. He managed to undo his pajama
pants and, terrified at what he expected to see, looked at his groin and thighs. It was as he fearedтАФfrom
his waist down it was as if heтАЩd been coated in some kind of furry paint that had

started to crack. He reached tentatively to touch the mound that now concealed his genitals. It felt like
velvet-pattern wallpaper.

тАЬChrist,тАЭ he moaned, тАЬIтАЩve been poisoned... that bloody Indian restaurant...тАЭ

He had to get help, he decided. He got quickly out of bed and took two steps towards the phone before his
left leg, riddled with the athleteтАЩs foot fungus, snapped at the shin with a sound like a piece of celery
being broken.

He fell on his face with a crash that shook the floor and lay there in a state of shock for over a minute.
Then, with painful slowness, he started to drag himself toward the phone. His lower left leg remained on
the floor beside the bed. And as he crawled he left a trail of crumbling gray powder behind him on the
carpet.




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