"Martha gave a muffled laugh as she spread cheese on a cracker. "You keep dating the same guy over and over, Ronnie. Only the names change." They're a...l alike anyway, aren't they? I mean, the whole idea is to get, right? It's getting. Giving has nothing to do with it."Martha protested, "No!" Sure it is. Steven, you're a guy, right? You know other guys, right? It's biology, isn't it? Getting sex is the whole idea."I thought that might be a trick question. I said, "You mean you just want. When I pulled the handle on the steel door, it didn’t move. I looked all over for a trip lever or some kind of latch to keep it from opening. It had to open from either side, there was no way they would have gone all the way around to come in from the bathroom every time. If the hole in the bathroom was an escape hatch, surely they’d want another way in or out down here too.I looked the door over good and decided it had to open to the outside. With my shoulder pressed against the door, I turned. Strands of slime hung from her fingers still halfway up the bucket. Her left hand pressed harder between her legs as she moved her two fingers to her lips and sucked the mushy food and puke into her mouth. That’s where her body drew the line, and she just barely managed to hit the bucket as her body’s natural reaction forced her gut to expel a torrent of puke.Despite her stomach being cramped up, her hand was still stroking the cotton panties between her legs, now practically soaked, her body. Then it occurred to me that he could have just used the coffee maker in his office. The bastard did this to me on purpose! My suspicions came roaring back. ‘Please, have a seat,’ Keven said, taking one of the leather chairs for himself and gesturing to the other. I now knew how the fly felt when the spider said, ‘Step into my parlor.’ Still, I was limited in what options I had at the moment, given how Danny had choreographed this meeting like he did. Taking my seat, I took a moment to marshal.