Hours passed. Quite a few hours and my need to pee became intolerable. And in the end I had to give in and pee in the bed. I felt the warm fluid sprea...ing under my bum and I felt really bad. A grown woman peeing herself. More time passed and I got cold and the fluid under me soaked into the bed but the sheets were still cold and damp. And smelly.I tried again and again to reach the knots so I could free myself. No luck there. He was teasing me. He was sitting in a chair watching me soil myself. All the guysthink of me as a Drag Queen, and I am not. I live and work as a womanthere is a difference. I just want to experience life as a woman andFrank thought I was a woman and treated me like a woman. I got lost inthe excitement and asked to smoke a joint and he kiss me before I knew it,I was kissing him back. I had to stop, I had to tell him before he foundout on his own. It worked and you are right he is a hunk as well as afantastic fuck."Dale said, "You told him, and he did not. At the end of the evening, I was walking her back to her car, when she grabbed me by the hand and led me down a path to the river. We found a secluded spot at sat down. She was wearing a short, white summer skirt, with a tight pink blouse. She began kissing me, and telling me how many times she had thought abought me over the years. She placed my hand on her thigh as she whispered in my ear. As I moved my hand up under her skirt, I was surprised to find that she had removed her panties. I. What bucket? Jack. Jack. Jack! What bucket?" This bucket," said Jack. "Rinse it good." Jack?" Yes, Dear?" I want to go home." Can't ... not until the rescue." Jack. I want to go home ... NOW." Sultry..." Now, Jack. Make it happen. Now!"So, Jack went back to the bank. He said, "Manager, please," to the teller in the cage."What for?" It's personal."The teller was a local boy. He knew the manager was an important man. Too important for the likes of Jack."I can't just summon him on a whim. Why?".