She was still contemplating what to do as far as music, but she still had some time. Chapter EightyThey had transition meetings until 3:00 p.m., but a...ter that, they were free until Monday morning. They went back to the suite and called Franz Huber.“Grace, how lovely to hear from you and, of course, you too, McKinley,” Franz said when he answered his phone. “How is everything going? How’s your head been, Liebling?”“Much better,” Grace said, winking at Mac. “We are calling because we are getting. We can drive right over there, and our new note-takers will just have to go with us."I'd forgot that we were supposed to meet them. "But aren't we supposed to have our hands bandaged to make it look real?" There's a bag from the drugstore in the back seat," she said, "bandages, tape, everything we need. We can fix 'em up in the parking lot when we meet the girls." Hmmmm," I said, "from what George and Mitch said, they ain't exactly "girls", more like Marine medics in disguise."She pulled into a. Maybe she was a good actress. Maybe she had some freak genetic mutation that allowed her to still breathe. The logical side of his brain and his curiosity soon got the better of him as there didn’t appear to be any immediate threat. She was a slim defenseless girl before, and she is still that scared girl now. He used the barrel of the gun to push open the flaps of the black bag to a better view and ensure there weren’t any more hidden surprises.Echo’s vision blurred when light greeted her, and. This was not the first time Marrie had tasted her piss, she had read about it on the internet and wanted to try it out so she had pissed at herself before showering one day and did kind of like it. The taste was not the best, but she liked the humiliating feeling of being pissed on. But she never had drunk her piss, so she stopped pissing, closed her full mouth and tasted the piss in her mouth, played a little with it, moving her tongue around. Finally, she could bring herself to swallow the.