After all, aside from the exclusive part, it satisfied both of us.I had my qualms about Desiree's sudden fascination with golden showers, but I consid...ered the possibility that she might simply be attempting to find out the cause of all of the fuss. Either that, or she might be truly intrigued with the practice. I figured that it would pass, and as long as she didn't expect me to return the favor, I would be okay with it. I just wouldn't kiss her right afterward.As always, my woman's Neapolitan. "Aww Grant... you're so nice!". My slight embarrassment and pleasure that I received from the compliment was all in all relatively obvious. It was now more than a sexual attraction. I really liked her company and her personality. In the car we talked mostly small talk. Our conversation graced over several things that were sex related, but mostly related to school, life in general, friends and trivial things such as music. When we got into the city the first stores we went to were the clothes. I turned my attention to the man tied to the wheel. He was still alive, but barely. I cut him loose and laid him on the ground, face down, and made him as comfortable as possible. Next, I checked on the older woman. She was alive and basically unharmed, except for some scratches scattered about her body, but she had been raped, and the signs were that it had been done several times. I didn't quibble over how many times or how many men. Her, too, I tried to make as comfortable as. I was trying hard to get comfortable in the hard bed I had used for almost a year before the 9mm wake up call. It was quite the shock to find that my bed, and none of the chairs I owned were at all comfortable. That isn’t quite true the second hand, office type chair wasn’t too bad. Also I guess the short time I spent in my one dining room type chair was fine.It was the sofa, the stuffed chair, and the bed that were the problems. I was too cheap to replace all the furniture. Even if most of it.