"Derek laughed. He really liked Christina. She had spirit. "Looks like it's working already! In all seriousness, I'd love for you to at least meet me ...here. I don't really run with many in that crowd, and..." And it would be great to have someone more out-of-touch than you?" Christina, you'll probably be more at home than a B-more cabbie, trust me," he laughed. He scribbled the address on the back of a blank receipt and passed it back to her. She took it thoughtfully."No pressure. But, if. It's us, right?I don't know what to say, I just say yes. And she says:- It is very beautiful, you have talent ...She leaves the folder on the floor and crawls on the bed over me slowly, and looking at me with a penetrating look:- Maybe I need some more inspiration ...Then she started to kiss my neck, running her hand over my chest, smoothing it under the shirt. I was paralyzed, surprised by what was happening, but at the same time enjoying it a lot. I was sitting on the bed with my legs. Trying to pee in a mason jar when unable to sit up straight was hard enough. I didn't even want to think about trying to... Well, I just didn't want to think about that.I'd done my thinking before sealing myself in here, so three days before closing the door behind me I'd gone on an all liquid diet with regular enemas up the ol' backside to flush me out. My colon was as empty as any human could manage. Between my diet and sweating in my metal box I was sure I'd lost at least 15 pounds. Though I. I think they figured out something was wrong when I screamed, “Oh, no! I’m melting! I’m melting...” and then I was down on the ground. The Pope heard my words and held his hand up, causing them to stop. I raised my head up. “No? All done? Does that mean I can’t go into my Gene Kelly ‘Singing in the Rain’ number next?”A slight smile crossed the Pope’s face. “I don’t think so, no.”“Ah, okay.” I sprung back up to my feet. “I guess it’s a good thing that my uniform comes with a full money-back.