For dinner that night, Nick brought them a few tacos, a bowl of curry beans, two bottles of soft drink and some chocolate cake. Sandy thoroughly enjoyed the beans, even if she had to improvise a spoon from a half-eaten taco.
A good hour after dinner, with nothing else to do, Sandy watched Ariel eating chocolate cake with her bare hands. The blond was not too concerned about neatness. She was getting her fingers sticky and smudging her lips with chocolate.
The brown-haired girl drank some of the sweet gassy beverage straight from the bottle. The drink tasted good. Nick had been kind enough to chill the drink before serving it to the girls. Then Sandy felt her hair standing on end. She was cold and the drink only made her feel worse.
She closed the bottle and placed it aside. She should ask her captor for something warm to drink instead.
Suddenly, Sandy felt a discomfort from her bottom. She quickly rushed to the bucket. There were multiple plopping sounds as Sandy did her business.
Ariel immediately stopped eating and stared in her classmate's direction. She covered her nose as a familiar but disgusting aroma filled the air. "Gross," she complained.
Sandy winced. "Sorry, I had to go."
Ariel wrapped up her food and squeezed herself in the opposite corner, as far away from the nasty smell as possible.
Sandy covered the bucket when she was done. "Ariel, do you have anything to wipe with?"
Ariel rummaged through her handbag and took out an opened pack of tissues. She took a piece to wipe the chocolate from her fingers and face then handed rest of the pack over.
"Are you going to sign that paper?" Ariel asked softly with her face to the wall.
"No," Sandy replied firmly.
It appeared that they would have to spend the night in captivity.
***
The next morning, Sandy felt her pillow fighting against her. It was struggling to get out of her grip. Well, no such luck. Sandy wanted to hug the warm comfort of her pillow a little longer.
"Sandy, get off me!" Ariel cried.
Sandy opened her eyes. She saw that she had her friend's thigh in a vice-like grip between her cold legs. The comforting warmth that she felt against one arm was the bare skin of Ariel under her clothes. And the softness in her hand was... Had she been fondling her best friend!?
Ariel was trying unsuccessfully to free herself.
"Sorry!" Sandy immediately pulled herself away from her living pillow.
It was no surprise that they ended up tangled together. They had to huddle close to each other so they could fit beneath Ariel's coat. And Sandy's jacket had been used to blanket their legs. Still, one had to wonder about Sandy's straying hand.
The girls sat on the mattress.
"I wonder what's for breakfast," Sandy mused as she covered her bare legs with her jacket.
"I can't think of food now," Ariel said. She had her hands between her legs. "Gosh, I think I have to go!"
"Then go!"
With a grimace on her face, Ariel went over to the bucket. She gingerly lifted the lid. Immediately, a stench filled the air.
"Sandy, it's full!" Ariel wailed.
The other prisoner shrugged helplessly.
"I'm going to have to do it on the floor," Ariel realized in horror.
What followed was a few minutes of extreme grossness.
"Oh, no! It's on my slacks and shoes." Ariel sobbed. "Tissues..."
Sandy handed over a nearly empty pack.
Ariel gasped. "There's only one left!"
Sandy winced. "Sorry."
"I want to go home." Ariel started crying.
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