But Eliza got to taste Samantha's pee again, as did Sylvia, while Edward contributed a spare and unremarkable trickle of his own. Eliza peed on Sylvia...s breasts and Neil's penis, which he held up between the two small but perky mounds. The urine trickled down the canal in the bosom and over Neil's hairy, perhaps slightly tumescent, penis, his long foreskin still covering its end, and dampened the garden patch of Sylvia's crotch and gathered in a small pool in Sylvia's navel.And then it was. I felt my shoulders droop and I looked over at holly. It looked like our Mistress was going to lose. I found myself staring at the Mistresses’ legs as they ran the final stretch to the yellow rope. Suddenly Mistress Sam’s legs relaxed– just slightly. I wouldn’t have noticed it if I hadn’t noticed before how they were bunched tight all the time. It was for just a couple of strides, but all of a sudden, Mistress Sam wasn’t in the lead. She was in second place. Mistress Tracy was in the lead.I. ”“You killed a child molester?”You could have gagged me with a spoon. I should have gagged myself with a spoon. Too late.“Yes,” I said, “he was a priest who was forcing preteen girls to have sex with him to atone for sins they told him about in confession. I didn’t intend to kill him, but he started strangling Rachel. I didn’t really have a choice.”“What would you have done with him?” He asked. He actually seemed interested now.“You can’t tell your mother about this, John,” I said, “I promise I. I headed down to the kitchen to see my mother in a bathrobe making some tea…, I pulled a chair out and sat down on the dining table….”I could use some of that”…my mother turned around….”good morning to you too sleepy head…..”..”not going to work today?”…..my other smiles with her blue eyes flashing at me….as she keeps a cup in front of me and sits down next to me….”no decided to take that day off and spend it with my son.....….”….I smile….”I’m happy to see you found your smile back….”…my mother.