And grownup ... let me be an honored guest ... please?”Katie turned to her sister and whispered, “You don’t know what you are asking ... don’t...do this, I beg of you!”“Front and center when I’m talking to you Missy!” the blonde quickly demanded, stepping forward and pulling Bree’s sister’s face back forward.Turning and smiling sweetly to Bree, she said “I’m Monica ... you look so cute in that outfit ... I can see that prettiness runs in your family ... now ... would you like to come be our guest. ”“I see. So... what changed your mind?”She looked down and shrugged. “I dunno. When I got to the lobby, I felt shitty. Back when I got stuck here... when everything went to hell, I promised myself: no stealing. No booze. No selling myself. You were nothing but nice to me. You trusted me. And I fucking betrayed you.”She started to tear up.My phone began ringing from the bag by my door. I looked from it back to Kayla. I held up a finger. “I have to get that... just... please, don’t leave. Can you. Then she saw him. David was lying on the ground in a pool of his own blood!She ran over to him, ignoring her nudity, and grabbed him. He said in a voice barely more than a whisper, "Don't. You'll only speed up blood loss." David, what happened?" Accident. Dying. Just wanted to say good-bye." No! No, I don't want to hear that. I can't lose you, David." Unavoidable." No!" Then she screamed to the air, "Why bring me here if there's nothing I can do to save him?!"The disembodied voice said, "You. Isn’t it? A bit naughty, do you think? Well I must admit, it aroused me, she obviously liked to do this a lot, and anonymously, she liked people to know what she liked to do hence she write her story and therefore she must have got away with it, but how to do it without detection?She wrote ( I have tried to remember where I read it, but so far I can’t remember) that she would wear a long dress, down to almost her ankles. Thus the piss could run nicely down her legs without being seen. She would.