”“Yes what?”“Yes please, Joan.”“Lay down,” she demanded.I did so with my head nearest the toilet. She shifted forward and was now squatt...ng over my face, little drops of piss, dropped on to my nose.She shifted about and let out a little squirt, it ran down my cheeks and past my ears.“Open up, pervert.”I opened my mouth and the next squirt mainly hit my chin, but some went straight into my mouth.I lapped it up, licking my lips as I did. I had never tasted piss before and wasn’t sure what to. Michelle was scared, but her husband said live a little and let’s have a drink. There was a group of 4 guys playing pool. They were all black and very athletically built; all over 6 foot tall. The bartender came to Michelle and Kevin and said that the guys bought them a round of drinks. A little while later one of the guys came over to introduce himself as Tony. Michelle said hi. The guy asked if she wanted to dance. At first, she was a little worried, but decided it was okay. Tony took her out. The diminutive 60-year old was clad in her usual floppy jeans and ratty sweater. She wore neon green sneakers and a rueful smile.“Slumming again?”I handed her an envelope, $500 in 20s, 10% of my retainer. It wasn’t a tithe, it wasn’t something I do regularly. It was more of an impulse donation to a good cause run by a good woman. Mary was keeping her combination shelter and referral service going on her own. She still considered herself a nun, so I guess she was.But Our Lady of Adversity down. Julie would make her famous potato salad and maybe Troy and Pastor Bob could fire up the grill and toss the ol’ pigskin around. Was this their scheme for revenge? Becoming boring on her?Well, Troy looked like it, anyway. Julie had a “Hi, I’m Sophia Loren on vacation in Europe in 1965 and trying not to be noticed but failing badly because I’m fucking 1960s Sophia Loren” look going on.Helen avoided church except on holidays where La Contessa was expected to make an appearance and on the.