He remembered how her tongue danced against his. How she was breathless and as hot as he was. Fucking hell, even today, by the fence. She had stood to... to toe with him. The buttons on her shirt straining to contain the treasures inside as her chest heaved in anger. Her cheeks were red with heat, even in the shadows of that tree he didn't need see the fire sparks in her eyes to know they were there. And when she released that hair!Billy groaned pinching at his jeans again. He pushed the gas. "Yes, I guess we all do."He looked lost again, so I said, "But if we don't get a move on, they might charge us for another day." He smiled broadly and began carrying things to the motel storeroom. From that locked room, the manager/owner allowed us to recover the bikes and small trailers.After all of Marty's rush to get started, I was surprised to see him pull into a roadside diner only a hundred clicks or so from the motel. I pulled into the same automobile parking space he occupied. "What's. Building the new device was a much simpler project than building the original toilet slave chair. All he needed to build was a new upper part of the toilet head box. He'd also need to build a footrest since the new toilet seat would be about 6 inches higher above the floor.He constructed the part over the following week during the evenings after work.Needless to say, during that week, he used Mindy to pee and shit. She got nothing else to eat or drink.The following weekend, he walked in. We have enough in common that, if it hadn’t been for how we met, we would definitely be much closer friends by now.)I guess the best way to describe them nowadays would be “advisors who live in my head.” They’re not a danger; I don’t have blackouts or anything, I can let one of them “take over” if things are stressing me. And there’s another little thing I can do with them. Since it was 1:45 when I made it back to our room in the Palace Wing, and Rita wasn’t due for a while yet, I had a free.