” “Um-hmm,” she assented. “Walk a bit with me,” I suggested. She stood on my left and I intertwined my ring and pinkie finger with the same ...igits on her right hand as we eased into a slow stroll. “What was it you wanted to tell me?” she asked, her voice soft. “Just this,” I began. “I understand I can never possess you. But, that doesn’t matter. I’ve never wanted to possess you. All I’ve ever wanted was to simply adore you, and for you to know that. I want us to be the best kind of friends;. The smell was so bitter and sweet, but it was laced through with the amonia scent that came from piss left to long stagnant.The fumes burned her eyes and mouth as she moved aside the curtain that seperated the bedroom from the rest of the basement apartment. She almost gagged as fumes burned their way into her lung and trickled into her blood. She would have fainted but the frame of the doorless entrance descided to lend it's support to her staining her clothing with long dried liquid that. Mark noticed that Devonte was hanging back in the corner of the locker room again. He was pretty sure that he knew what was going on because Mark used to do the same thing himself. It seemed clear that he was stalling and trying to avoid too many sights in the shower that might expose his true nature.Mark decided to stall a bit, also. Many of the guys were either getting dressed or leaving the shower. Mark saw Sam head in the shower and waited as long as he could. He thought that surely Devonte. "What the hell," Amber muttered to herself... A big wet spot began appearing on the front of the woman's skirt. Amber glanced up at the woman's face. She was still staring at Amber, her eyes taking on a glazed, trance like appearance.Amber suddenly realized...The woman was pissing...and enjoying it. Urine was running down into the woman's high heel shoes. Her body seemed to tense, almost frozen, then suddenly shudder wickedly. She smiled at Amber, licking her lips seductively.As the train.