The gag still doesn't scream "take me out", but it presents two problems.
\ First: I can only drink liquid food, second: I drool everywhere. Like here
\ I am, my head laying in a puddle of my own saliva, like I'm two or something.
\ I guess it's a pleasant picture for mature audiences, but it can also be
\ a bit depressing if you are not in the mood. I'm also really thirsty now.

The old man is here as well, sitting on a small metal chair, napping over
\ a book. The bucket is on the floor, filled with water. I move carefully
\ not to wake him up, but fail.

"Hey, you fell asleep, I brought you water."

I nod. ... You know what, I bow. This man is very kind to me.

"Don't mention it, it's the least I can do." -- I won't mention it, no.

Now, water. I get on my knees and start drinking. The water is cold and
\ the whole thing is awkward so I take my time.

"So, I've been thinking. I need to know who's after you and what can I do
\ to help. This will take some time, so do you need anything before that?
\ You hungry?"

Who's after me? Wait a minute, I didn't know someone was after me! Food?
\ It can wait.

"Toilet?"

Yeeeah, toilet won't wait for long.

"We have a hole in the floor, follow me. I don't think the builders thought
\ all that much about female convenience, so tell me if you need help."

No, it's alright. The harness wasn't designed for bladder control, it even has
\ small holes exactly where you think they need to be. It's a bit messy is all.
\ Number two will not be that easy of course, but it's a problem for future me.

Staying on a topic of shit, let's see how deep I'm in it this time.
\ [[We return to the bedroom.|next]]

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