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Chapter 8 It was morning before Manuel came again. Renee had lain wire tense all night, waiting. She couldn't sleep---or turn off her thinking. Fran was awake, too. But it had helped neither woman to do any talking during the long night. Manuel entered as silently as he had previously to stand, staring down at them. Renee squirmed. She was overly conscious of her nakedness. He unfastened her hand and foot. "Come!" Silently, he led her out the door into a dingy corridor that was, if possible, even more grimy than the room they occupied. All the while Renee looked for an escape route. She summoned all her will, as she had done fighting the heroin, watching for a chance to escape. But the corridor was a dull, featureless gray without windows or open doorways. At the end, Manual pushed open a door and waved her in the cubicle beyond. It was a bathroom. |
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The feeling that filled Renee was almost that of pleasure. Until that moment, she hadn't realized how desperately she was holding herself in. The sight of the toilet was blessed relief and she hurried to squat on it.
Manual came and stood in front of her. She gasped. Renee hadn't even considered the possibility that he would follow her into this tiny room. She thought he was still outside waiting for her.
He moved so close she was forced to spread her knees open around his legs. But she couldn't stop her bladder from relieving itself and at the same time she felt the thick jet of pee steaming from her body. The relief was overwhelming.
"You like, huh?"
Renee looked up and shrank from Manuel's gaze. He was fumbling with his pants and finally he got his cock out, holding it fat and limp in his hand only inches from her face.