Lisle's hands instinctively reached for the glass, only able to press against the sides of the smooth container while the girl drank.  She wasn't precisely thirsty, but she drank to fight down a lump of chagrin at how dependent she was at the moment.  Perhaps a rubberized container could be held that way, but not the polished glass.<br/><br/>"I - understand - Doktor," she said after a long sip of the beverage.  She tried not to think of what it looked like, thick enough to coat her throat on the way down.  The friction against her belly was continuing to draw the bulk of her attention, pulling her thoughts towards what she was going to have to be ready for.  The hand caressing her bottom was another draw, heating her core like warm oil.  She vaguely remembered the way she had been stirred to melting the night before.