She knelt there in front of the toilet (me) for about five minutes before standing, rinsing the funnel off in the sink, and returning to bed.Well, I h...d become so accustomed to drinking piss, eating shit, and swallowing all manner of bodily secretions and discards, that I swallowed her vomit while resisting the urge to puke it back up.The week went by normally after that. Then the following Saturday, Laurie came into the bathroom with the Japanese girl. "And you saw our toilet slave, Leiko?". Had put gloves on before I entered his yard and house. This man kidnaped and raped girls, mostly teenagers but some small girls. His head was crushed and he lay there dead; I washed the head of the putter on the sink and wiped it clean with a sponge he had there. There was a large wooden coat rack by his bedroom door; I picked it up and smashed it into the wall, tearing the wallboard and his stash of ghoulish souvenirs from his victims spilled out. I took the coatrack and lifted it high and. ” She turned slightly to look behind her and was surprised to see she was still only about five feet from the circle of light focused on the 'STAND HERE' words. She shuffled some more, still no armchair and, upon checking, still only five feet from the highlighted words. “Fine,” she conceded stepping into the light, “Anything else?”. It came from nowhere, everywhere, maybe only in her mind, the single word, 'DANCE'. The sound resonated through her mind, through the (room?), through her body and. She accepted and he drove her home. She would have been merry but for the fact she was leaving behind so many good friends. He helped her to the door. ‘When are you leaving for the college?’ He asked, finally allowing the misery he felt creep into his voice. ‘Tomorrow. I got lucky with the way the terms fell.’ ‘Will I ever see you again?’ ‘Of course you will. And once you’ve settled into your new job and I’m sorted, we can send our e-mails again.’ ‘I’m going to miss you Miss Henderson, who else.