31: Brice
Brice
They brought another fold-out bunk, and a second thin bed-roll. Fen wouldn’t give up ‘hers’, so Brice set the new one up against the opposite wall.
Fen had eyed the bucket a few times, and had gone over to investigate once. She turned her nose up at the smell and looked at Brice accusingly. He shrugged.
What did she expect?
She returned to her bunk, lay down, shuffled about. Got up, walked over to the bucket again.
“Turn around,” she said. “Don’t want you watching this.”
“Don’t want to watch.”
“Good.”
He heard her pull her trousers down, heard the spray of liquid and her sigh of relief.
“We get anything to clean up with?” she asked.
“Give the guards a yell. Might even get one of them to wipe you, save you the bother.”
“Arsehole.”
“That’s the general area.”
She
