"Smell this Chris Berry"

Yesterday, Bill came walking gingerly toward me holding a paper towel. He held it out as for me to make notice – presenting it in an odd and curious fashion. He proceeded to instruct me to smell it. I said no. He insisted that I smell it. I still said no. He was not taking no for an answer – so he playfully started to wipe the paper towel, that was moist from some unknown substance, on my face which really freaked me out. I held my nose not even wanting to know what the hell was on this thing and realizing that it was now on my face. I backed up as far as I could with Bill nervously giggling and still pressing forward with his disgusting wet Bounty. "No, no ... stop," I said with a nervous giggle. After his perverse enjoyment out of the whole situation was satisfied, he pulled away and stated that it was just water – and that it just had an odd/unique odor. I said that it's great and all but I still didn't want to sniff it. He wouldn't leave until I took a whiff. Still leery of the whole thing, I cautiously leaned forward and took a very small, quick, sniff. And yes, it was indeed an odd/unique odor. Thank you Bill.