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something for that.” With that, I left the room and didn’t return until nightfall.
Upon my reappearance, I noticed that she’d had a bowel movement, positioning herself so as not to be lying directly atop of the soiled bed sheets. It was in my schematic to let her lie in her own defecation, for the humiliation factor alone. I’d let it stay that way until tomorrow.
Leaving her a large bottled water and a long straw, I bid her goodnight.
The Houseguest by Linda Ellis www.LindaEllis.life
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