Chapter 9: The Plumbing Disaster

The next morning Coach Strickland asked Eveline if she wanted to go to school by bus, or if she wanted to ride in her car. The coach was expecting Eveline to answer that she’d want to go by car, but the student surprised her by telling her that she wanted to get some exercise and would jog to school. The coach smiled:

“Streaking, huh? OK, have fun out there. Just make sure you get cleaned up before showing up at class.”

She left the house just as the sun was coming up, and began the three-mile trek to her school. She ran as fast as she could non-stop. She was winded and her side hurt from the exertion, but was very motivated to keep going. As Strickland always said: “good motivation leads to a good workout.”

Eveline’s plan was to talk to the school custodian before any of her teachers or classmates showed up. Certainly she could get him to open up her locker, maybe by drilling the lock, plucking out the key fragment with special pliers, or taking the hinges off the door. The janitor seemed nice enough, and surly would be sympathetic to her plight. Then she could get dressed, have a normal day in class, and her bizarre nude adventure would finally be over.

When Eveline got to the school, there was a overwhelming smell of raw sewage as she approached the gym area. She saw that all the doors were open and several large fans were blowing in the hallway. There was a row of cones at the door and a “No Entrance” sign. She ignored it and ran towards the door to the girls’ locker room, but there were more cones surrounding the entrance, and the smell was much more intense.

The janitor was standing outside with some buckets and was in a foul mood. As soon as he saw the naked student he snapped:

“Young lady, you get out of this area, now! And get some clothes on!”

“Please Mr. Newhart! That’s my problem! My clothes are in there! I’ve got to get ‘em out! Please help me!”

The janitor calmed down, but his exasperated expression gave way to one of irritated resignation.

“Missy, I’m real sorry about that, but you ain’t gettin’ no clothes outta there. Toilets backed up over the weekend. Sprayed shit all over, and I mean everywhere, on everything.”

“But...”

“I kept tellin’ ya’ll, but you didn’t wanna listen, did ya? Don’t put them damn lady products in the toilets! That’s what happened, young lady! You and your friends flushin’ them damn lady products! I kept tellin’ ya! They don’t go nowhere when ya flush ‘em!”

Eveline felt sick, but not from the sewage smell. All she could say was:

“Oh ... shit...”

“Yep, that’s what it is, alright. And lots of it, too. All over. Even got into the lights. Now you run-along, Missy. Health Department’s got a haz-mat team comin’ over and you ain’t ‘sposed to be here.”

Eveline was filled with horror and dismay as she left the gym. Throughout the entire weekend she had desperately looked forward to Monday, when she would finally be able to retrieve her clothing from her locker and resume a normal life. Well, it turned out that her only remaining clothing was soaked with raw sewage and she would never see it again. It turned out that the only clothing Eveline still owned and had access to was a single pair of shoes and one pair of socks.