A slight break in the action

I decide to give Cora a bit of a break. She has her ice water, and as she is ab out to take a sip, I stop time. I go to my parents' room and into the master bathroom. In their medicine cabinet, I find a bottle of extra-strength laxatives. The instructions are for one tablet, so I take two back to Cora, I put the pills on the very back of her tongue, hoping she will not feel them when she takes her drink. I go back and restart time.

She takes her drink, and apparently notices nothing unusual. She glares at me. "You just going to gawk at me until the locksmith comes?" She asks with a sneer.

I sit down on a recliner and pick up the TV remote. We sit there and watch a documentary on Ghengis Khan for about fifteen minutes until I spot the locksmith pull up. "He's here."

Cora gets up and makes sure the towel is wrapped tightly around her. She goes outside, and I follow. "You can stay here, thank you," she said.

"I want to see you beg him to fuck you up the ass!" I say.

She glares at me until I see her press a hand over her stomach and a look of discomfort crosses her face. She walks down the steps and across her yard to greet the locksmith who is getting out of his van. Just before she reaches him, I stop time. I walk over and undo the towel. I pull it open, so that her crotch is on display then put the edges in her hands to make it look like she pulled it open. I go back to my porch and restart time.

I cannot see the expression on Cora's face, but the locksmith blushes and looks away. He talks to Cora who has wrapped the towel around her again, and they head to the door. The locksmith checks out her door and heads back to his fan for his lockpicking tools.

I notice Cara has a hand on her stomach again and is shifting from foot to foot.

The locksmith comes back.

"Please hurry!" she said.

I cannot hear his reply, but in under a minute the door is open, and Cora pushes by.

I stop time again. In Cora's house, she is frozen in mid-stride as she heads to a downstairs bathroom. I pick her up and take her onto her back porch. I lock her out. I then spy her purse on a table by the door. I take all over her cash, $89, and then I take her panties and shorts out of her mailbox and fold them and put them neatly on the table by the front door. I then put her keys on top of her shorts. I leave, closing the front door and leaving the locksmith on her porch.

Back at my porch, I restart time. I go out into my backyard and peek through a knothole in the fence. I can see Cora banging on the back door. "Help!" she yells. Even from where I am, I hear her let loose a loud, wet fart. She runs out onto the grass of her back yard, drops the towel, and squats.

I don't want to watch her take a runny crap, but I stop time and go back to the front yard. I go through Cora's house, open the back door. I grimace as the disgusting view of crap starting to come from her rectum. I pick her up. I carry her to just inside her front door and leave her squatting over a decorative mat. I take her purse, open it, and put it under her, guessing she will crap into it. I then open her front door all of the way, leaving the locksmith a clear view of her with her back to him.