The stranger thing was, Dante noticed, was that the first wipe she threw away wasn’t in the can anymore. Had she missed the first time? Was there a false bottom? Why would there be a false bottom? His brief reverie on the nature of garbage cans was broken when he felt the woman’s fingers unfastening his pants.
“Hey hey hey hey!’ he yelled as she unzipped his pants. She lifted his legs up until his butt was slightly off the table. Apparently, the nature of the table didn’t affect her at all. With one hand holding his legs, she expertly used the other hand to pull his pants down his feet and off his legs, exposing his poop and urine stained briefs that he had slipped on before the party. (The better to conceal…ahem… arousal with, than his boxers)
