I was so relieved. However, as I stepped forward he stepped right behind me as though we were a couple exiting together. I still had not even seen his...face and yet I allowed him to walk me out the doors and to the left. He casually directed us across the lobby and I could see we were nearing the restrooms. There was the men's room to the left and with no pause, he steered me straight to that door. I reached for the handle and opened the door.There was a toilet and a large counter with a sink.. It's a death trap.The mortality rate makes it not worth the risk and therefore it shouldnever be an option. If you want to commit suicide it would be a loteasier and cheaper to just buy yourself a razor blade! If I soundinsensitive, I apologize. But, Goddamnit! You don't want that. I don'twant that. No one who loves people wants that. Not that you needed it,but some of you have gone to great lengths and suffered much pain andexpense already. And if you feel more feminine and more beautiful. . you bitch!" Kendra swore, still kissing Laura hungrily, digging her fingers sharply into Laura's back through her loose tee shirt, again causing Laura pain, but this time pain that further charged her sexual excitement."You do not... you love me," Laura panted, kissing her back with equally ravenous passion."Oh... why do you have this effect on me?" Kendra asked, kissing, half-biting, Laura's neck, raising both hands to Laura's breasts and squeezing them mercilessly through the tee shirt, so. Based on myroyalties, quite a few of you have bought one - "for a friend" maybe,because I'm not the kind of author people seem happy to admit they read.I'll take the money regardless.Anyway, today I was just freewheeling, throwing ideas up into the airand seeing which ones land, and since I'm a nice guy I thought I mightshare the process with my readers, so I'm typing this out as I think it- no edits, no corrections, whatever comes, comes.So first, I was thinking about writing itself, and what.