“Oh, you dirty girl,” I whispered, “you stink of piss. And taste of it too.”“I know, I’m a filthy slut, why don’t you make me even more ...ilthy?” she murmured. “I need your piss too.”“Don’t worry, I’m going to piss all over your face, like the filthy piss slut that you are.” I promised.I straddled her as she lay on the sun lounger, one leg on either side of her head. Then I released my bladder, and a stream of fresh pee arced out and splashed over her face. She opened her mouth and I made sure a. Maybe things are looking up.I find a parking spot a couple blocks from my apartment. Its an old 3 story brownstone with walls as thick as paper. My apartment is a small one bedroom, one bath on the second story. Its not a dump, just small and old. As I open the door, my cat fluffy answers the door.I cook myself some Ramen Noodles for dinner. I'm really not that hungry.I turn the hot water knob on the shower. It takes a minute to warm up. I wander back to the bedroom, kicking off my black pumps.. "Oh. I should go get dinner ready." Yumi heard, and watched, as Vanessa left the room as if nothing happened. She just sighed, and walked back into the bathroom, where instead of taking a normal shower, Yumi decided to fill up the bathtub, and sat herself in the water, wondering what was wrong with herself again. It wasn't long, until the bathroom door opened, and Maddie came walking in like nothing was wrong. "Hey. What's new pussycat?" She asked, and Yumi sighed. She wanted to say something,. Adding a bright pink bra, she chose soft black cotton shorts and a fresh white tee. On the outside a clean sailor girl, beneath she smoldered in hot-pink.Emerging into the galley, she switched on the oven and hunted out the pork sausages she'd spied earlier. Nothing fed sailors like sausages. Growing up, her twenty-two-foot sport cruiser didn't have a galley. She'd had to swim ashore and barbecue them on the beach.“Good shower?” he asked, emerging from the master cabin in short black shorts and.