Marie had to giggle a little at his dry 'enthusiasm.' Plus, she was all flushed and delightfully light-headed from that adventure - who knew being practically tossed over a bathroom door into a puddle of vomit, held aloft by such impressive muscle tone and strong hands, would be so hot?
"Ready, let's do it," she nodded, opening the door. And yeeeeeep, that was a straight up nightmare zone right there. The smell, ugh - even the open window wasn't helping. There was just so much vomit, like the bitch had Exorcist-sprayed everywhere.
Hmmm. Time for a game plan. "I'll clean in the stall, you handle the floor here?" she suggested.