Pissing; that thing which should be done privately and shamefully in cubicles, locked away from prying eyes. And he was doing it in front of a camera.... swallowed drily, realising I had never seen a man pissing before. I liked the way he did it; was envious of the control he had, the way he was sweeping the stream back and forth, up and down her body.I wanted to be able to do that.There was a fearful gasp at that thought.It had come unbidden.An intrusion into my life.As I watched, the flow. "To what do we owe this breakfast treat," Mom asked."It's Betts' graduation day," I announced. "She needs to start the day with a healthy breakfast." I could have started it a couple hours later with a healthy breakfast," she groused. "What is this? These waffles are delicious!" Blueberries. I was thinking that if I can't make it as a chemist, maybe I'll be a cook." Yeah. You can cook breakfast for me every day as long as I can sleep later." Rhonda and I broke up."Even Betts dropped her fork."I. “This is different than the first one!” he exclaimed on sensing the ward before I relaxed it so we could enter the house.“You aren’t taking any chances, are you, Maddy?” he asked once we were inside, and I had restored the ward around the house.“No, I’m not. That demon and those Wizards are NOT going to sneak up on me again,” I assured him.Over dinner, we discussed the book I was on, and what I had learned so far. Josh also told me what he had been doing over the past several days.“You haven’t. One day soon after that I showed my mother several of the articles and explained what I had seen going on in the rooms on the back side. I asked her if she thought we had pimps using our rooms for prostitution. She sighed and looked at me like she had dreaded the day when I would ask her about our guests.Then she said, “Wendi, I try to mind my own business, and I don’t ask our guests why they're staying with us. We’re just barely making ends meet, and I welcome any guests who pay cash to stay.