A long night

When the pregnant woman stood up from the milk-bath she told me that it would be easier when she went into labor to be lubricated in such a way as to ease the passing of the infant at the canal. She had been a black woman that had sat next to me as professor Richard explained 'le raison d'etre' regarding the logic behind giving Finance students several levels of calculus during their matriculation. A fart had brought my attention to her--I did not notice it being emitted, but as soon as I had smelt it we were playing footsie at each other's loins. I was then lost in the engineering building trying to find classrooms off concrete dust spilling cliffs and empty warrens.

Once I was infected with the virus the other contagious persons who, for whatever reason, had joined each other in wearing all-black, informed me that it was my duty to execute the remaining members of my squad, in a ploy designed to prove loyalty to their cause. I looked at my teeth in the mirror and at will I could change their shape to my liking. Two of them were on the second floor spa-room which overlooked my doomed ex-partners in the courtyard. A small afro sporting black child was sitting terrified as we watched the water in his large placid jacuzzi rush from clear to black--a frightful thrashing ensued, akin to observing a dying snail.

I was sent running at the invitation of (professor) Richard and his wife--I ran so fast, and at such an angle that my speed was the result of a churning motion with the toes of my feet, like climbing a ladder. I was apparently unexpected--the furrowed brow of Richard's wife being my tip-off. I tend to land in this situation often--the reticent host, and me the clueless guest. Was it my physical appearance that lent itself to this constant ridicule?