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And Then Came Dessert

... it from overflowing. A thin line of piss trickled from the corner of my mouth down my neck and chest, but I somehow managed to keep up. The stream let down after about a minute, and the first chance I got I freed my lungs from the spent air that was trapped in it and took a deep breath while her piss kept dripping onto my tongue. She squirted twice before she withdrew. ‘Not bad. Was this a first for you?’ I nodded. ‘I almost can’t believe that.’ ‘It’s true.’ ‘OK, it doesn’t matter. Be a doll and wash the dishes for me, yes? You’ll excuse me, my show is starting on Channel Four.’ She stepped back, straightened out her skirt and went into the living room. I cleaned off the table and spent about an hour cleaning up the mess in the kitchen. Marie was again her haughty self. I used to have a problem with the way she ordered everyone around as if she was the Queen of Sheba. But somehow I didn’t mind any longer. It seemed natural for me to do the tings she asked of me. I felt like something had hooked me, something in me had changed and I could no longer call up the old feeling of annoyance I had felt for her. The Jerry Springer Show just came up when I joined Marie in the living room. ‘Can you believe that guy? He’s such a jerk.’ ‘Who?’ ‘This Jerry Springer. How can people be so dumb to go on that show? They must know they’re going to get screwed.’ ‘Yeah, but what I like even less is that he incites them to beat each other up. He sets them up and they always go at it. It’s as if ...

... somebody encourages them to do it before they come on.’ ‘Watch how the aids always wait to interfere until they’ve got a few good punches in. I wish someone would smack that Springer guy in the face once in a while.’ I laughed. I’d had the exact same thought every time I zapped into the show. ‘You ready?’ I nodded. ‘Let’s go upstairs. You’re not in a rush to go home, are you?’ It seemed I wasn’t any longer, although I was still nervous about what I knew was to follow. Even if I had warmed to the idea, I wasn’t really looking forward to getting my mouth stuffed with shit. It just could not taste very well. ‘No, that’s OK. Nobody’s expecting me.’ ‘Good. Follow me.’ She turned off the TV set and I followed her up the narrow and creaky stairs to the second floor. She crossed the large hall which still had its original wooden floor and stepped through a small door at the far end. She had to bend over to get through it without bumping her head. A few steps down and a narrow corridor led to a wide room that seemed to have been a workshop at some point in time, and in a way it still was. Al had mentioned this room once, but subsequently he had turned evasive when I had pressed him for details. The sparse light from a single naked bulb and the bare brick walls and cement floor gave the room a cold and eerie appearance. Heavy black curtains covered the windows. There were chains hanging from the walls and from the ceiling. A small wash basin in the far corner, an iron cabinet stuffed ...