They stopped at his apartment to retrieve a blanket and a couple of bottles of water before crossing the street and heading to the park.Molly’s phon... beeped as they crossed by the Barton Building but she waited until she reached the sidewalk before answering it. Phil only caught half of the conversation but even that was enough to tell him it was Hailey who’d called.“Oh, I will,” Molly told her. “You can be certain of that.”There was a giggle, apparently from both parties, and Molly listened. “Yeah, go ahead. Then get into the kitchen and make me breakfast. I want two eggs over easy, two strips of beacon, a slice of toast lightly buttered, a small glass of orange juice, and cup of coffee with half a spoon of sugar and milk. Do you have any oatmeal?” “Yes Mistress,” I said in a weak, little voice, “I have the instant kind.” She smiled. “That’s perfect. Now get in there and start making my breakfast. After I’ve been served you can eat. You’ll put two packets of oatmeal in. ”“I don’t know if that’s a good idea Jim.”“Listen, Sam, I’ve seen nearly naked pics of you and sent them back as tributes. What harm can a little conversation do? I just want to talk to you, that’s all (for now, he added in his head).”“Oh my god. The pictures.”“For crying out loud, Sam, we met on Flickr. You liked my stories, remember? And then you started emailing me? Remember? And then we started chatting? Remember? And some of those chats resulted in more stories? Remember?”“Yes, yes, I. He stopped and dropped the belt onto the floor, I looked up at him as he opened his jeans. "I guess we have to start over." I moaned in horrified frustration as a hot arc of piss splashed onto me. "Look at me, toilet hole." I flinched and turned to face him, on my knees in the tub as he urinated all over my chest and stomach. "This is where you will stay, hole." He shook the last few droplets at me and fixed his pants, leaving me crying in the tub. I could hear more laughter and.