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Chapter 19 by BiBiComte BiBiComte

Time to go?

Wait for the girl to come out.

Hmph, I saliently folded my arms and kicked away a stray leaf that had wandered inside.

For the next several seconds, instead of leaving, I decided to linger around for a while.

When she finally finished and left the stall, I was tinkering with the water droplets of a leaking faucet. She moved to the one on the far end of the relief-room. I let the now turned ice blocks clunker into the wash basin. Glibly, I watched as she drew her hands under the water and soaped them clean. Some stickiness was inevitable, but she managed to sanitize every crook and cranny of her two handy extremities.

Over the squeak of the subsiding faucet, my voice traipsed. "Hi."

The introduction elicited little response from her. She only looked at me, compressed her lips elegantly in what looked like a botched attempt at a smile, and wiped her hands before spinning round to walk away.

"Hey," I called after her, "wait up."

Instantly, she turned back around like a wind-up toy on the curve end of its whimsy patrol. Stomping back to me, her face was instantly cast in confusion.

"What's going on?" She tried to step back, but found her foot locked in place. When she looked back up at me, I sighed, and snapped my fingers.

The girl adjusted her posture and smiled.

"Hey there," she suddenly looked at me, a slight twinge of tapered surreptitiousness on her brow, "can I fuck you?"

I raised an eyebrow while she continued.

"I'm really horny. I'm really, really, RREEEEAALLLY -- " A belch suddenly excavated itself from her stomach and she popped a hand over her mouth. "What was that? That was, um, sorry," she laughed, almost sounding half-drunk. "Anyway, as I was saying, I'm as HORNY as a cat in HEAT. Like I'm so fucked up. I bet my pussy could swallow the Eiffel Tower, that's how horny -- that's how much of a horny slut I am."

I pursed my lips in approval at this pretty, white-bred looking girl suddenly spewing a vulgarity a minute.

Even as I exited the relief-room she remained tight on my tail.

"Can I fuck you, guy? Hello? Hey!" I ignored the rapid pats on my shoulder. "Hey, you didn't even answer my question! Why are you ignoring me?! He-llo!"

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