So we went back to the car just to chat. She says she doesn't want to go get a room, at this stage I'm bummed, really bummed. I ask for at least a kis... which she gives me, and then tell her we could have a lot of fun together. Again trying to keep the story somewhat short she agrees to get a room with me after some persuasive chat. I honesty thought the chance was gone, but she changed her mind. So we leave the restaurant, and drive a few minutes to the motel just up the street. I had brought. Not all the parts gave her much pleasure though. A production of The Toilet Lovers, a farce about people with excretion fixations involved her peeing and shitting on stage and then pretending to eat the turds of a fellow actor as he also shat on stage. Much of this was actually faked, as neither she nor anyone else had the required bowel control (nor the stomach for the smell and taste of it), but she was so thoroughly into the role that she could almost imagine the disgustingness of it. She. It’s just too bad I have to do it without her consent.And speaking of not getting her consent, I didn’t feelthat the “get her drunk” ploy would work like it didfor me when I was a kid. Come on, how many 56 year oldgrandmothers do you know that will willingly get “passout drunk” with son and grandkids around? Not many I’ll bet, so how do I get her unconscious so Ican do what I want to do to her? Drugs of course.That’s my only option. I work in a. I had read the pamphlet several times and knew what to expect, what I didn't expect was my reaction. Jealousy wasn't something I had ever experienced in the past, but I never felt this way about anyone, either.We got a reprieve during lunch. During lunch and while in the bathroom, touching wasn't allowed—as long as you didn't dawdle. Five minutes in the bathroom and half of our lunch period were set aside.Mo came over to our table and sat down. She was beaming from ear to ear. Leaning close to.