I worked in retail for awhile when I was in college to have a little extra spending money.

I had never really been a "people person," so working in retail, I thought, would be the perfect way to come out of my shell a bit. Maybe it would give me a little more self-confidence.

I worked at one of those soulless, massive big-box stores that seem to be taking over pretty much everywhere now. Top-down management structure, no one really cares about their job, just that they have steady income. It makes people work just hard enough not to get fired.

Most of the people I worked with were the standard middle-aged, overweight women that wore a little too much makeup and frequently broke the silence with their ear-destroying smoker laughs. These were the kind of rough women I nearly expected to open beer bottles with their vaginas when they hung out at the local dive bars.

But then there was Tasha. She seemed so out of place there. She was beautiful. She smelled wonderful and lacked the harsh abrasiveness of the rest of her coworkers. We immediately hit it off and started spending time together outside of work.

She had a 5 year old son. She'd been a college student herself but got pregnant her freshman year. Her parents wouldn't support her, so she dropped out and raised the kid on her own.

Tasha would use the toilet in her house with the door wide open. Maybe it was because she was used to keeping an eye on her son from the bathroom. But the first time she took a shit while I was sitting on the couch withing smelling distance, I turned around and locked eyes with her. She became self-conscious and shut the door.

It was a couple weeks before I convinced her to let me watch her take a shit again. I'd sit on the edge of the bathtub while she moved her amazing bowels. The look of restrained effort on her face as she expelled her excrement was at once repulsive and erotic.

Soon, she'd stand above the toilet or straddle the seat and let me watch her beautifully-engorged anus expand to pass her waste. It was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen.

Of course, it wasn't long until I couldn't even get aroused unless we were in the bathroom. And soon after, unless she was taking a shit. Our sexual activity was restricted to her giving me head while she was shitting and if I didn't finish before she was done, I'd often lose my erection altogether.

I guess that was really the straw that broke the camel's back. She broke it off with me and soon after, I quit my job there. I still miss her wonderful variety of smells. Every once in awhile, I'll find myself at a grocery store in the toilet paper section, my eyes a bit moist, those old feelings trying to break free again. Quilted Norther: It's all in the quilting.