So animal like, yet so much more natural than using the toilet. Humans are naturally meant to crouch when using the loo, after all. I get out, as dry ...as I can get with no tissue and spot two bowls. One, with strawberry flavored water in it, the other with my name (Rachel) and porridge in it. I guessed the porridge was piping hot when it was put into the bowl, as even now it was still just a little warm, though not much. There were no cutlery items. The porridge smelt wonderful, despite being. But I was much tensed which she found out and asked me why I was like that. She also noticed my organ tenting at my shots. She smiled a bit and then fully realized my condition. She asked me to hold the baby, which was sleeping. Then she stood up. While she was getting up, the nightie fell more to show her belly button and some skin above her crotch. She put her nightie right on her shoulder and covered all of her treasure body parts. She did not button her nightie backside. She got the baby. ...Travis is here!"After a couple of seconds, Rachel came down the stairs. Rachel was....different. Travis thought to himself, "I have never met a girl who wearsmore jewelry and girly shit than her." She was covered in rings,necklaces, what have you. He didn't understand how she could evenconcentrate on walking or studying with all that stuff hanging off her.And she wore a ton of makeup too. He couldn't believe she took theeffort to dress like that every day.....and she didn't even look. The itch will eventually pass, and you’ll remain hollow. I miss Her, to be quite frank. I yearn for Her gentle and persuasive power that would often flow through me, sometimes a soft and thick glow of clover honey, and other times a river of fire that burned me at all hours. I miss the nights I could not sleep for the words that made me tremble, that weakened me for all their strength. Her most tender whispers that stirred me from dreams, filled me with ideas, lifted me and gave me a presence.