He seemed to be muttering under his breath, she thought: how disrespectful! It might even be treasonous. She stomped a petulant foot, then kicked him ...n the shin. He was taken by surprise and dropped the statue. It cut a deep gash in his thigh, from which blood started to ooze."Oh, for Fuck's sake!" he says, exasperated beyond all endurance."I beg your pardon? That does it, you're sacked! Fired! Finished! And if I had my way I'd chop you block off!"He didn't speak, just stared her in the face.. It didn’t displease him, it made him uncomfortable. This was quite confusing. After all, he didn’t mind when she dressed up naughty for an evening out. Hell, she would walk around his apartment bareass, and not a single complaint. Then again, he DID always keep the blinds drawn… She sighed happily at the memory. It had taken a hell of a lot of patience to change some of her habits. She certainly hadn’t been an easy student. How he’d put up with her… His yawn brought her out. He sometimes walked the dog when the doorman of the building had no time for it. Mrs. Littlewood would give Finn a dollar when he returned with the poodle.The Littlewood daughter was a high-strung defiant girl, but she was never any problem for Finn. She never used the car alone and when she was with her parents she paid no attention to him. Finn thought she was nothing but a spoiled rich girl and he was happy to avoid her.One afternoon just before Christmas Mrs. Littlewood came down the steps. I decided I would just have to try and get them clean using just my hands and flush water.I went back to the one Dickie made me kiss. I put my hand in and pulled the flush arm, nothing happened.I pulled it again still nothing. The fucking flushers were turned off. Dickie was making it impossible for me to clean them any way but with my tongue. Tears welled up again, unfortunately the tears didn't work as a water source, there weren't enough.All they did was smearthe filth around a bit. Time was.