It was 1pm, I had slept in. I got up went into the TV room. Everything was moved out and the room just had a few boxes left in it. "I'm surprised you ...slept through us trying to get the sofa out the door", my Dad laughed coming in the door from the hall outside. "I was tired I guess, I'm going to take a shower and I'll get the boxes from my room down to the truck then", I said. "There's no towels left, or soap so you're just going to have to wait until we get to Kates", he said. I groaned and. Altman until he spoke to us after we had landed at Kuwait International Airport. ‘Glad that you two made it,’ he said, ‘for I’m looking forward to having an excellent dinner tonight aboard the “Marianne”.’ This was the name of his yacht moored there. This gave me trepidations as we didn’t know the first thing about cooking aboard a ship let alone a yacht, and just hoped that they had the right kind of food and ingredients that we would need. It was a stretch limousine that took us from the. “She always is. I am surprised at her reaction myself. I never expected her to be gracious in welcoming you to her home,” I replied.“I guess it’s because she misses you. The house is empty without you, and she feels lonely, I assume,” Mary said.As we walked, Mary grabbed my arm. “I love this place. It’s far away from the hustle and bustle of the city. It’s so peaceful here.”We made it to the chapel of Mother Julian and upon entering, Mary left my hand to observe the stained glass paintings. The. Misato pushed and tried to get shit, but all she managed to do was let out smelly farts and really tiny pieces of poop.But just then it came. The hangover diarrhea that Misato had felt rumbling all this time. The horribly smelly, liquid brown shit began to shoot itself down straight at Asuka’s face, who just had enough time to close her eyes. The shit covered her face with transparent like, yellowish brown substance while Misato moaned as she felt more of the shit going to come. The next one.