Erica had turned thirty earlier that week, but that didn’t mean men had no longer had uses for her.

“You make a great urinal, but you really have to learn to swallow,” he said.

“Thank you, sir. I’ll work on it.”

“Oh, I know you will. I’ll be over to help you practice every day. I’ll even send over my roommates and a few guys from the office,” he said.

“Thank you so much, sir,” she said and started lapping up the piss that had spilled to the floor.

“I’m so lucky to have a neighbor like him,” she thought.

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