"So, what were you two chatting about?" Richard asked, conversationally.
"Umm...nothing," Nicholas said.
Jordan suddenly felt queasy. "Where's the bathroom?" He asked.
"Over there," Harold said.
Jordan ran for it in a hurry and closed one of the stall doors, feeling a severe pain in his stomach. He pulled down his pants and sat on the toilet and clamped down his jaw.
"This is not happening," he mumbled to himself softly. "This is not..." his voice cracked, "happening."
It felt like someone had grabbed hold of his insides and was yanking on them hard. Finally, he heard what sounded like a popping noise, like the sound of burping a tupperware container, and the pain vanished. He moaned in relief.
