Finishing Up

I found a hiding place in the hall closet. It afforded me a view of Cora. I restarted time. Cora's eyes were closed, and her face was screwed up in a look of discomfort. I heard the disgusting sound of a wet, gassy bowel movement and just kept looking at Cora. She was unaware she was in her house. I looked at the locksmith, standing in the doorway, wide-eyed and shocked.

Cora opened her eyes and looked around. "OH fuck!" She said. She looked down and realized she was crapping in her purse. She looked up and saw the locksmith looking shocked. Cora turned red as a beet then clenched and walked with a hurried, awkward half-walk, half-run to the downstairs half bath.

I stopped time and pushed past her into the bathroom. I removed all of the toilet paper from the bathroom and took it and put it in the hall closet. I then went back to my front porch and restarted time.

I walked over to the locksmith. "Everything OK?" I asked. "she was acting really bizarre this morning."

"I'll say," said the locksmith. "She just took a crap in her purse right in front of me. I was the most disgusting, bizarre thing I've ever seen!"

We both heard a farting sound come from inside the house. "She crapped in her purse?" I asked.

"Yep, unfortunately, I witnessed it with my own eyes. Still owes me for the work."

"How much?"

"Seventy-five," he said.

"I'll cover it," I said. It took $75 from the money I stole from Cora and paid the man. He thanked me and left. I walked into Cora's house, careful not to look at the disgusting mess in her purse. I walked to the half-bath and knocked on the door. "Cora, you OK?"

"GO AWAY!" she screamed.

"I paid the locksmith for you," I said.

"Thanks, I'll pay you back, now JUST GO AWAY!"

I stifled a laugh and left.