Rock was with a group of Little Rock and Hot Springs Hashers on a training run along the North Little Rock side of the Arkansas River and felt fitter and faster than he had in years. He ran just behind the fastest of Hashers.
At the turnaround of the eight-mile out-and-back course, which was Kathy's apartment, Rock asked where the bathroom was. Kathy responded with an almost contemptuous look, as though the answer were obvious and the question silly and unnecessary. He looked past her through the kitchen and saw the bathroom through a wide door, and also heard from it the sound of water running.
Once inside, Rock was confused by the commode. It was perfectly round with a diameter of about four feet, and made of concrete painted black. The bottom of the bowl was flat and only an inch below the rim. Water continuously washed across the surface, but Rock's urine stream, as he expected, splashed against a wall and onto the floor.
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