What the hell? She could hear, she could see, but she had no body? At that point, her forward motion brought her up against Cutie and somehow she slip...ed inside.Her best friend was dead. She was crying in the shower because her friend had been smashed by a train and died. The water was pounding on her back, her hair was dripping, and she had shampoo in her eyes, which stung. Everything Cutie was feeling, Janelle felt. Janelle lifted her face into the cascade from the shower head to rinse her. Not bothering to the lock the door, she lifted the toilet seat, raised her skirt, pulled down her white maxi panties and sat down. ‘Parp!’ A loud fart escaped and echoed round the toilet bowl. Barely needing to push at all, she heard the familiar crackling sound as a large, almost snakelike turd oozed out of her bottom and curled into the toilet bowl, hitting the water with a gentle thud. As it did so, she heard the sound of footsteps which she recognised to be Barnaby’s, creeping about on the. “I know, but work is what I need,” she demanded.“Okay then,” I said then picked up the phone. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it, but I agreed to listen.“Mac, where and when do we meet?” I asked.“Meet me at the University Club on Carolina Ave for lunch at noon,” he demanded. “Bring all your work equipment.”“I turned all that shit in after the last job,” I said.“Okay then, make me a list of what you need to operate independently,” He said.“Fair enough,” I said ending the connection.That night. ”“No, Sonal, it’s a weekend and I have loads of work honey, I can’t. Plus I will be ordering an AC today whose installation will be done by tomorrow. So, I just can’t.” said Urvashi.“No Urvashi, every weekend you have some work or the other. This time I am not going to listen to you. Enough. You are coming and that’s final.” Urvashi thought for a minute. “She is right. Every weekend I keep myself busy with household chores. Why do I never take a break? I should definitely go this time.”“Ok fine.