He was waiting for her with a key card, and they rode up together in silence. Indeed, everything that needed to be said seemed to have been said alrea...y.He hung up their coats in the closet before they embraced, but then the hug was a hungry one. His hands roved over her back while she held his face in her hands. Their tongues dueled, and then his explored her mouth.He helped her off with her clothes, no longer bothering with the closet, but just draping them over a chair. He punctuated this. “Not in front of family.” She gave me a discreet slap on the ass. I deserved it. And I liked it. One tradition we had when it was just “the kids” when we got together like this was to play guitar and sing around the campfire. We’d start out with a lot of goofy songs. “Be My Yoko Ono” was a trademark of me and Rick, and if we didn’t come up with it on our own, someone would demand it. This time was the best ever when Andrea chimed in with that horsey laugh that was so on pitch and so on-cue.. She rolled the bottoms to see how they looked in the mirror, they could always be hemmed. For the third time a flicker caught her eye. This time her eyes found the edge of the door, which was seated without touching the wall. She bent to look at it closer and ran her finger along the seam, finding nothing out of the ordinary. Lauren continued to change in and out of clothes, but kept an eye on the door. Trying on the last combination of pants and top she decided to get the woman’s opinion. Not. It never sprayed out anymore, even when Becca's bladder was swollen so bad she thought she'd burst. Her capacity was frighteningly large. She drank three bottles of water in the morning and sipped coffee, tea, and juice all day at work. When she slipped into the bathroom to nurse the kitten from her bladder, her belly looked gravid with pee.By July, Becca was no longer pooping. She sat on the toilet one evening, listening to her viscous, lemon-colored nectar tinkle into the water. The kitten.