When it finally did I glanced sideways and saw a tense, almost grim smile on her face as she concentrated on directing the stream down into the bowl. ...aving no control of where I pissed felt strange, strange but also exciting, and as the flow reached full force I felt her fingers tighten a little, increasing the strength of those unusual thrills. Looking up again I saw that her face had become flushed and when our eyes met briefly, that they were glittering, the colour suffusing her face. So eventually he turns back and comes home, gets these frescosmade which tell a bunch of lies about his glorious victories atJerusalem, trades them for indulgences which is basically buyingforgiveness, and then even gets to keep them at his own private chapelbecause he says that's part of the church."Cliff sat back and stared at his notes."What a bastard," he said, disbelievingly.I shrugged. I saw Cliff's eyes flick to my chest as I did so."Better hope those indulgences worked," I said.Cliff. It was going to make another ofitself I thought, and I was right. It split off a large portion ofitself, much larger then the one before. The original mass of ink wasnow less then half it's original size. Then the newly split off portionstarted churning on it's own and split off into even smaller chunks ofitself of different sizes and shapes, all of it still smaller then theoriginal. "Please don't," was all I had time to say before one-by-one,they charged at me.The first ink blob made it's way. I took all this in, in a matter of seconds, and croaked out, "Aren't you girls a little old to be trick or treating?" They had been admiring the decorations initially but stepped up on the porch when I spoke. The closer they got, the more I realized that they had an air of darkness covered by their apparent youth. Much like a caramel-covered apple that had gone rotten inside.The cop replied, "If eighteen is too old for trick or treating, then I guess we are. Maybe you should spank us for.