Chapter Thirty-Four:
Rudd heard the bathroom door close. f**k, he thought. He wasn’t going to be allowed the privilege of watching her squat over the damned mug.
Inga was back a moment later. “Here,” she said, “don’t waste any.”
Rudd took the mug and winced at the sight of the pale yellow liquid glistening inside. Fumes pricked his nostrils and his stomach heaved. His throat tightened.
“Go on. Down it.”
Her shirt was still unbuttoned– her breasts still swinging in the opening– the bait still tempting. He’d do anything for a chance at that, he realized, and he looked into the mug again, full of pee. Anything. Once he started drinking, he’d have to take all of it. If he hesitated, even for a fraction, he knew he wouldn’t be able to finish. Rudd took a last look at Inga, held his breath
