One night, she saw Krysta go into the bathroom, and this is where Rachelle’s story really begins. XXX She never expected to be so attracted to a bodily function such as pissing. Krysta finished her business and wiped herself clean with the paper next to her toilet with the pink fuzzy cover on it. The torrential rain stung her face, but her mind was set. Krysta woke with a start and stared blankly into the darkness before turning on a lamp. Krysta woke with a start and stared blankly into the darkness before turning on a lamp. She was dehydrated, skinny, and just Rachelle’s type. She ducked right beneath it so not to be seen.
