Shari then asked Libby and I to pee in a big jar with a soft smooth firm plastic spout. Libby and I were too glad to empty our bladder. Shari was mens...ruating and her first stream was menses blood and then it started to clear up.Uncle and Grandpa knelt on the sofa back seat as aunt Shari licked their anuses to lubricate before inserting the nozzle of the jar. She filled each rectum with half of our mixed urine.Uncle and grandpa added their shit mixed urine in the jar.Next the jar was filled. "Didn't say you were, or that it was necessary for you to explain yourself either mom," I assured her. "I know how it was...with you and dad," I said letting her know that I'd always known she had not had the kind of love and affection in her life that she'd always wanted and hoped for. Val had given her a little comforting compassion in that over the course of the years, and I of all people wasn't about to judge either one of them for it either.Shortly after that, I settled back into the seat. I do still love you David.”“Remember months ago in Bernie’s office?” Bernie was what we all called our deputy head at school. It was in his office that Cal and I had first been put in the position of admitting our true feelings for each other.”“I do,” I said.“We promised we’d always be open and honest with each other.”“We did.”“And I’ve broken that promise, more than once.”“Yes, Cal, you have, and that’s the problem. I just can’t trust you anymore.”“I know,” she said softly, a tear trickling. ‘Now for obvious reasons,’ she again raised a hand to her cheek in a descriptive gesture, ‘I know for sure that men pursue me solely for my money.’ But by now Max was becoming seriously disturbed and reacted sharply. ‘Why are you confiding such personal details to a perfect stranger?’ The Comptesse seemed to consider her words carefully before replying with obvious sincerity. ‘Because for once in my life I sense that I’m in the presence of someone who accepts my injury without judgement and one.