.." and Diane whispered into Erica's ear."She does that too!" Erica said.While reaching for that cabinet door over my head, Erica said to me, "Mistres... Diane needs to take a shit. Do you have any objections, Jenny?" No, Mistress Erica," I answered. "I like to try new flavors."Did you really say that? Julie asked.Yeah! It just came out! I can't believe I really said that!Erica started her shower and Diane stepped into my alcove and closed the curtain. She was completely naked after she hung her. He was going to die before the sun rose again. He knew this, though he could not tell you how he knew. His gnarled fingers, twisted by time and by activity, lifted the lid of an oaken chest clad in faded leather from a cow slaughtered long before the old man was born. He sneezed from the dust, which in its turn brought on a cough from his tired lungs that took several minutes to run its course. The old man did not bother to fight the cough anymore. At the top of the chest’s neatly packed. Instead of twenties era décor, this one looked like something straight out of the seventies. Everything was an ugly shade of beige or brown. The carpet that lined the hallway was brown with red and gold patterns, the wallpaper striped with brown and white lines, the lights casting everything in an unpleasant shade of yellow.He located the correct door, turning the handle and finding that it was unlocked. It creaked open as he stepped inside, the hinges squeaking as though they hadn’t seen any. "Lovely black nylon, but, of course, reinforced with cable. You like?"I had no choice but to nod, and I did. But then I realized that was oldconditioning. Saying yes now, wouldn't save me at all, so I shook myhead no and said "oh."His eyes went half lidded, and then he started a silent laugh, hidingit, holding it. "Oh? Is that how you talk now, you perverted littlesissy slut? Oh?"He of course knew that with the O ring locked tightly in my mouth, I hadno consonants available. It was all vowels.