"Prob'ly the best thing. Nothing the little shit would've done but tried to explain, after all."With a wry smile, Jen took her turn to nod along. Expl...ining had been, most likely, the last thing on the machine's mind when she had taken her leave. Killing, possibly, or torture. Or more crossdressing, she supposed. The image of a four-legged metal crab-thing dressed in a miniskirt and quadruple knee-boots made Jen smile, even when viewed through the lens of trauma. Glancing at her, Allen. "It lovely," Janine said, fingering the lacy edge."So what your story?" I asked, keen to know what was going on.Phil placed my glass down on a coaster in front of me."On the house, Darling." He said flirtingly."Why thank you, dearest." I flirted back. Phil was well aware of mysexual tastes and so knew that it was safe to banter without causingoffence. "Janine was just going to explain what was going on here."Janine cleared his throat, and started to talk in that high pitchedtravesty of a voice.. Coughing and choking, I tried desperately to pucker-up and suck up the rest of her lemon-gush from the floor. My eyes were watering like crazy and for a moment I was convinced that my tear-ducts were excreting her urine as tears, having just overloaded my sinuses with her salty-splash. Still, pursing my lips, I soldiered on and consumed as much of her girl-juice as I could. It was such a satisfying feeling to fill my belly with her piss and once I'd exhausted the whole puddle, I wasted a few. Maybe the scratching at the window had woken him and hed investigated. Maybe shed come back smelling of grave dirt and funeral spices. Or maybe he just knew without seeing or hearing anything, because he loved her and sometimes you just know things about the person you love. He knew, but didnt leave. It wasnt in his nature. She thought about taking him to the cemetery. She wasnt sure if the night people would be there (in fact she was almost sure they wouldnt be, and even if they were she.