I gave a soft jerk inwards and this Heimlich action caused some water to flow out from her mouth. I jerked again, this time much harder and a jet of ...ater sprayed out from her mouth and nose. I also noticed some foul smelling liquid seeping out from between her legs, wetting her skirt. I must have induced her to pee in death by pressing too hard on her bladder!Soon, she regained her flat tummy. I striped her off her urine stained skirt and by now soaking wet spaghetti top causing her petite. The look of horrified realization on her face was priceless. She dashed up and snatched her collar and tried to hand it to me. When I wouldn't take it, she began shaking it urgently."Daaaad. Here it is. Take it." She paused. "Oh! Please?" Present it to me properly, Janey," I demanded"Huh?" she asked, confused."Kneel down, yes, like that. Now take the collar in both hands, put them together with the palms up. Good. Bow your head down. Right. Now, that's the proper way to present your collar to. After two long years of creative dry spell and a major writer's block that has prevented me from writing seriously, I have decided to try to continue this thread. Bear with me as attempt to get back into the mindset of the premise so the pacing of quality content might be a little slow.)A long time ago, a great immortal warrior named Skord brought down the rampaging Bardarim, the fabled Ender of Worlds. As reward from the Elder Deities, he was offered the place of a dead War God in the Heavens,. I didn't use Mom and Dad's en-suite (only the core bedroom itself is inside the cage, so opening it gave me access to their bathroom), instead I ran through the house heading for the west wing, then out past the adults' pool and toward the zip-line that runs down to the horses' paddock. Before I'd left Mom and Dad's room I'd known the van hadn't moved as I'd had a radio blob up high looking at it and for anything else interesting. I'd checked our Security Center's radar display too, and that.