I figured either he was reading or watching TV. I walked past the nurse’s station and noticed Rita was not at the desk. I assumed she was either in ...he bathroom or copying records for filing. Dr. Ferris was still insisting on old records being stored on paper and electronically. I thought nothing of it until I heard a noise coming from John’s room.It was not John making the noise, but the sound of Rita softly moaning. This distinct sound of Rita made me think something wrong was going on. It. This time, however, the “instigate some kinky fantasy and have a self-pleasure-party” part was interrupted with the sound of new mail arriving. Someone had already sent her an email.Someone from her city.Someone she saw years and years ago on alt.com but never spoke or replied to.It was 1:00am, but she couldn’t go to bed at this point. A couple minutes ago she was exhausted and ready to sleep, but now her eyes were wide open and her heart felt like she had been running a marathon. It was. Her pink tongue flickered out to lick greedily atthe last small golden drops at the bottom of the ladle. The guard helpfullymoved the scoop of the ladle so that she could tongue it thoroughly, insideand out, generously allowing her to lick up every bit of urinary goodness. Her parched throat opened up, wateredback to life by the brackish fluid. Her bloodshot blue eyes fixed obsessivelyon the bucket of life-giving liquid as the guard swirled the ladle aroundin it suggestively, lifting a. Shielding her candle, she peered round the corner to see Molly, her sister’s maid, bending over and indulging in the very same practice that Jane had suggested for herself! Just as interesting was the fact that Drummond, Mr Bingley’s manservant, was there as well, wearing only his lower undergarments. Molly’s nightgown had been thrown up until it hung untidily around her neck, revealing both her smooth firm buttocks and her dangling dugs. This posture gave Drummond full access to her quim, and.