Westood side-by-side and we had a minute before we went live. I looked backover my shoulder to see chain lightning bouncing through the clouds. Itouch...d Mandy's arm to get her attention when it all happened.As I touched Mandy's exposed skin on her arm, a bright flash blindedeveryone. I could feel electrical pulses running between Mandy and me. Itwas as if we were glued together. Flashes of color mixed with high-pitchedsound filled my ears. Then it was all over. As my eyes adjusted I lookedover. ” She looks at me expectantly and I nod in understanding, my mouth dry, my voice a whisper that I don’t trust. She stands back from the door and I step into her loft. We’re on a landing with stairs leading down into the living space. “Stop there,” she commands and I halt, my breathing as tight as my knotted stomach. “Strip!” That one single word stops my thoughts, I was expecting a nightcap, a cuddle and a resumption of our earlier liaison but this is cold, authoritarian. I step out of my. The three of us lived only a few blocks apart in our Chicago suburb, so we spent a lot of time together after school at the playground or riding our bikes around the neighborhood. My house was about halfway between Kathy’s house and Jenny’s, so the three of us frequently found ourselves at my house. Another reason for visiting me was my mother’s brownies or cookies ready for us after school. Many times after school, we spent hours playing board games at my house.Mom said she was happy I’d found. Just a routine occurrence in the daily life of a toilet slave.Little chatting occurred in the bathroom that morning. Everyone was somber. I even said, "Thank you, Mistress so-and-so, for letting me drink your pee, and eat your shit, and suck down your boyfriend's spunk, and lick your bloody pussies clean, and swallow the crap from your ass-cracks and bellybuttons, and eat your finger- and toenail clippings, and eat your haircut trimmings, and suck your boogers off your fingers, and whatever.