But the barman informed him he didn’t need it as he had opened a tab the first time and would just add it to that. I took one of the Mai Tai’s and...turned around, two hands slipped out of me and a couple of huge six foot five Fijian’s beamed at me and opened a way out for us.“Fuck that was horny. Did you cum?” asked James, as we walked back to the table.“No, But you have no idea, how close or what just happened back there. I’ll tell you about it later.”I took the drink I was holding and leaning. You really should take a firmer hand with her." Perhaps you're right, honey," I replied with an unseen smirk. "Tell you what, I'll call her on the cell phone I just gave her and make sure she's headed home. You go take a shower, and I'll be along to show you a firmer hand."I quickly called Kimmie and told her to get her ass home. I heard some smart-ass remark in the background and reflected on the necessity of sending young Billy to prison sooner rather than later. Right now, his freedom was my. There was my note from the night before, right where we had left it on the table. It didn't look as if it had been touched. There were two possibilities that I could see. One was that Mrs. Deal had left of her own choosing, cleaning out her clothes and planning on coming back for Cindy later. Having experience in rental management I knew what rent skipping was. Still, something did not seem right here. Even if Mr. Muddy Footprints was helping her, she should have missed her daughter and at. The man who'd designed it remarked to Phyllis on the phone that it wouldn't be much fun if some bloke actually used it while she was wearing it.How wrong he was!A few streets away from where Phyllis lived, there was a pub, filled every night with heavy-drinking men. Late that night, she wheeled the urinal outfit round the back of the pub in a shopping trolley, and carried it through into the gents while no one was looking. Inside, she put it on the floor between two proper urinals, and squeezed.