Blushing furiously he said, "I'm really sorry to ask, but I've really gotta take a piss, and I'm not supposed to get my hands anywhere near water unti... I can get some plastic covers on these bandages. Hell, I don't even think I could unbutton my fly yet, not without figuring out how to move my fingers under all this crap." He faltered. He couldn't quite bring himself to spit out the last bit.I was taken aback. Other than changing my son's diapers, I'd never touched another prick. Never wanted. “I can’t really do that,” he hedged.“Tell her what I offered you,” I suggested.She went along with it, but she did it one better: she had Billy put her in the back of his squad car. I would have to remember the look she had because it was way better than my freezing-wet hound dog face. The woman should be an actress.Billy sent the picture to me and I sent it to Mr. Pearson.“Don’t send it out. I need this one for a later date,” he told me.A man of experience. I needed to take notes.It turned out. I have to fight my desire to let myself come.Your tormentor pulls a shower nozzle from its hook on the wall, and turns on the water. It comes shooting out briskly, hard and cold. She sprays you down and I see you twist and turn under the icy stream. She shuts off the water and leaves you shivering there for a moment while she gets the soap and sponge.The sponge is rough, and she uses it briskly to scrub your whole body. I can tell that the treatment is uncomfortable, but you never lose your. . but black. Most dinghies are variations of white and they have registration numbers. This one had a huge outboard ... far and away from the typical going ashore boat. And no numbers. Hmm.Ah well ... I unscrewed the stern drain plugs ... three of them. I took the plugs with me. Should I feel bad about it? Probably. But not after I looked inside. Two bundles ... If I was a betting person I’ll bet anything ... yup...”Cynthiamae Flintkote ... have you been stupid?” I said quietly. I started.