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 The Bathroom

   BLIND DATE

   (C)2001-9 The Bathroom

   Frances had been sitting in the town square, waiting for her Valentine
blind date.  She had already drank two bottles of lager as she was very
nervous.  She was brunette, wore 1960s style glasses and was dressed in a
sky blue sweater and white jeans.

   Crowds of people were walking around her, and she kept turning her face
around every time she saw some attractive men.  Suddenly, she felt a little
tap on her shoulder.  "Hello," said the voice.  Frances looked around to
see this gorgeous, hunky guy.  He was tall, was wearing an open collared
white shirt covered by a brown blazer with black chinos and shoes.  "I'm
Mike," he said, giving Frances a single red rose.  "Er, gosh, thank you,"
she said gratefully.  "I'm Frances." After they exchanged further hellos,
Mike said, "There's a nice restaurant a few hundred metres from here, just
for a nice dinner and a chat." "Great," Frances agreed, and they walked to
this little place which Mike had booked a small table next to the window.
After they sat down, the ordered a bottle of white wine while waiting for
their main meal.  Frances poured a glass and drank it almost in one go. 
"Careful," said Mike.  "We need to get our meal first."

   Soon, the couple were to have their meal, in which they talked about
each other's backgrounds.  Soon Frances ordered more wine and started
drinking from it.  The combination of the wine and earlier lager meant that
she started to fidget a little under the table.

   "What's wrong?" Mike asked.  "Nothing, that's all...  just the wine, she
replied.  They continued to enjoy themselves.  Mike got up to use the
bathroom a couple of times, but Frances didn't, indeed all night she never
left her seat, even though she was getting desperate.  In her mind, she
hated using strange bathrooms, even if they were nearby.

   By the end of the night, she was wriggling and had her legs crossed
tightly in her seat.  Both Frances and Mike were prepared to leave, he
asked if she needed to go to the bathroom.  "No, I'm okay," she replied,
but she knew she wasn't.  After they left the restaurant to walk through
the town square, Mike noticed Frances was walking and bending in a funny
way.

   "Mike, I hate to say this, but I really need to go to the bathroom," she
said.  "Let's go back to the restaurant, it may still be open," Mike
replied, but when they got back there, it was closed.  Frances had by now
jammed one hand inbetween her legs.  "Don't worry, there should be one
somewhere around here," Mike said, looking in the distance to see any
public bathrooms.  They saw some and both rushed to them, but they were
locked for the night.

   "OH,NOOOO,I'M GOING TO WET MYSELF!!" screamed Frances, as she felt pee
seep through her underwear and trickle down the inner thigh of her jeans
creating a small puddle beneath her.  She began to sob and apologised to
Mike before running away from him, clearly feeling embarrassed and leaving
behind a trail of pee.  Mike tried to stop her.  "Frances, wait, I'm
sorry....  Er can I have your phone number?" But she ran away into the
night, never to be seen again...