It was learning, and knew what it liked. It liked HIM.That night, he gently peeled off the tissue and put it into the sink with some salt, water and s...gar to hydrate and feed overnight. Friday night. He went to bed... Frank's 16-year-old daughter Julie rose early, and went to the bathroom. While perched on the pot peeing, she saw the thing "swimming" back and forth in the sink. When finished, she innocently went over to it and perching her chin on the sink, watched it.After a bit, Julie put two. Why bother? Why not just give in? It would feel so muchbetter. The words self-respect, friends, and a life, ran through hishead. He struggled against the need to pee, but he finally gave in andenjoyed wetting himself immensely. He checked his watch. Only elevenminutes. Not very good. Why was it suddenly so difficult to do? Whywasn't it normal anymore? Next time though, he'd do better.As per Mel's text reminder, Chad hurried home after work and cleanedhimself up quickly. It was Friday. Every time I closed my eyes, the pressure started to weigh on me. I was trapped. Enclosed. Pressed. Suffocating. I couldn’t wait to get these casts off. Another week at least. I struggled up out of sleep and nightmares in the middle of the night to feel my sister’s hand on my shoulder, gently rocking me.“It’s okay, J. It was just a dream. You’re okay now. You’re safe at home,” Pey said. What? My baby sister? How did she even know? Had I managed to ring my bell?“Sorry to wake you up,” I. She sniffed. I rose from the bed and went to stand behind her. I was feeling some remorse for my earlier callous actions. I laid my hands on her bare shoulders in comfort. She looked up at me in the mirror. Her reflected eyes were brimming with tears."She was so beautiful," Lisa said quietly. "I miss her like part of my heart is missing."I leaned forward and kissed the top of her head. Her smell was deep and intoxicating. I ran my hands to her throat and the untied the ribbon supporting her.