Now, the girl in the other stall spoke up. "It's OK, I'm coming out".I heard the noise of toilet paper, then clothing rustling. The toilet flushed, th...en the door opened.No sooner was it open than the waiting girl rushed inside and slammed the door shut. I heard her groan quietly "ohfuckohfuckohfuck", then the seat slammed up.Next came a rippling explosive noise as she emptied her bowels. Now I had been turned on by piss but never by shit. However, I couldn't help but be fascinated by this most. I don’t know what’s come over me.”Claire leaned over and sniffed the plant, as Sandy looked on in horror. “Fuck me, Sandy, it smells like cunt!” As if to test the assertion, Claire ran a finger down the stem of the plant and held the finger to her nose and inhaled deeply. Then, to confirm her suspension, licked the tip of her moist finger. “It is cunt juice. Your plant is smothered in cunt juice.” Claire eyed Sandy suspiciously.Sandy was taken aback. She had never once ever heard Claire say. I spent the next two weeks being conspicuously nice to Tina, and on the next Friday I asked her for a date. She smiled nicely, but said that she was busy. "Ask me next week," the tall redhead said. "I do kind of like you." The third week I acted the same way, and on Thursday I asked her again. She said, "I am busy on Friday, but maybe Saturday?" That was fine with me, and I tried my best to make Saturday evening fine for her. I made a point of not trying to kiss her, but I did. “How was your shower, Rhee?”“Oh, it was fine. The water was warm,” she responded calmly, with a straight face.I rolled my eyes to myself and continued putting egg-covered bread on the griddle.“Come on, girl! Give!”“No, I don’t think that I should,” Rhee responded calmly. “You shouldn’t know what to expect.”Then the wicked Rhee grin came out to play. “You’ll just have to find out when you find out.”Nearly 30 minutes later, we were all back in the living room watching Heather roll a six-sided.