“Dena seemed about to respond, but instead, she belched again, a smaller belch that seemed unequal as a harbinger to the monstrous chunky gush that erupted from inside her. I held her hair back and looked away as she finished retching. Working with children had made me less squeamish – they were constantly presenting their grubby hands to your, having accidents – but at some point, disgusting was still disgusting, Especially with an adult woman.”
