Follow Katie's experience

Still staring into the rearview mirror with her blurry eyes, Katie misjudges the width of her garage and crashes her car obliquely into the right wall, wrecking the whole side of the minivan in the process. But the drunken woman doesn't care. Clutching the precious bag with her bottles, Katie stumbles into her living room and plops down in the middle of her Flokati rug. "Home, shweed home", she mumbles before she uncorks another bottle of wine. The next few hours, she passes drinking, singing, dancing and devastating her stylish home. When it gets dark, she feels so horny that she tries to watch a porno on the web, but she accidentally drops her tablet and smashes it. Fingering her wet pussy, she realizes that her foggy brain is no longer in the condition to masturbate anyway. So Katie returns to her liquor bottle and finishes her liquid dinner. Two hours before midnight, the housewife is drunker than she has ever been. Peeing herself and her cherished Flokati, she finally settles down on the soaked rug and passes out. Around her, the living room lies in shambles, with the stereo and the television still running, the floor stained with urine and spilled liquor, books and vases ripped from their shelves and sofa cushions scattered in every corner. It will be a herculean labor to clean up this atrocious mess before Katie's husband returns from his business trip, but she will have to try it for her own good.

REPORT #8643A: ONE INFECTED PERSON SELF-DECONTAMINATED