Kaila stared at the toilet and the toilet… well the toilet just sat there. It was a toilet after all, it was up to Kaila to make it do anything. Problem was she hadn’t a clue how. She’d gotten as far as undoing the button and zipper of her pants but she was stumped as to how to make any additional headway. She wasn’t that drunk, was she? And she’d done this before, hadn’t she? She was nearly stumped and the knocks on the door kept coming. So Kaila psyched herself up and…
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