"This strength and determination was a side of them I hadn't seen before. I realized I had been so wrapped up in my relationship with Cyn and Kat that...I'd completely underestimated them, and I needed to stop treating them as k**s."I'm not going to try and change your Mom's mind, but that's not why you wanted talk to me is it?" I said, thinking as I spoke.Tiff shook her head. “No it’s not. We need to know that you’ll take care of Mom and Kat today, and that’s not a little-k** “you look after my. "Morag helped me on to the bed and whilst I sat she produced an oldchamber pot from under the bed."Use this, I'll empty it for you afterwards and stop apologising, youhave absolutely nothing to apologise for." Morag stood by as I looked atthe large porcelain pot unsure quite how to use it, she smiled at me"Yes, it's a bit old fashioned I agree but it is handy, here let me helpyou."Morag then eased my pyjama bottoms off and helped me to squat over thelarge pot, I sighed as I finally managed to. You couldn't hear the conversation, just muffled noises. you got curious as to who it was, and also wanted to let me know you were home. You came out of our bedroom into the hallway, which leads to the lounge through a door. The door was half open, but you couldn't see directly into the lounge. As you got to the door you paused to wait for the right moment to enter. You listened but the conversation had stopped, so you peeked through the gap between the door and the frame at the hinge side. You. Nevertheless, I also want the two of you to sample the mingle space. Cathy, gown for you. This may sound silly, but aside from any fun, I want you, Curt, to play some in the booth with all or most of the girls. I want you to internalize -- that's a term in slutty dancer shit talk -- the experience of the pleasant shock of the deliberately quick gown reveal. Since you'll be at the front row, it will be pretty well lit. Later, I want you to experience this in a back booth, which is very dark --.