I hung my purse up on the hook on the door. I’d rather pee my pants than have germs and icky things on my purse. I couldn’t get my pants unbutton...d or unzipped fast enough. I was making faces as I pulled my pants down and sighed in relief when I actually got them down far enough to actually relieve myself over the toilet. I heard someone trying hard not to laugh in the stall next to me, coughing as they tried to cover it up. When I was done, I grabbed my purse and washed my hands. I put some. They were harder to get on than I expected. I tried rolling them up, but that made them too hard to get over my hands. Eventually I came up with a sort of compromise where I turned only the sleeve part of the glove inside out. I then donned the glove and then slowly inched the rubber sleeve up my arm.There was actually a little suspender and catch at the end of the sleeve that hooked up into the shoulder of the hood to stop it falling down. The next glove was more difficult because I had to. He gulped and it seemed like I was feeding a bottle to a baby. ‘Thank you, Dawn.’ He nestled his head in my lap and I reached for his hand to hold it. ‘Try to get some sleep, Charley.’ Charley nodded his head and I found myself stroking his face with the back of my hand, still holding him. The night wore on and I fell asleep. There was no sign of a chopper and Charley’s breathing became shallower. His body grew hotter and hotter in my arms. I feared that he was slipping away. I also feared the. Good looking woman, married, with two kids in lower school. Well I was called in to her office at my last class, where my teacher told me to head to Mrs Carter’s office. So I go and when I arrive no one is in the waiting area. So not to waste time I enter her office as she is putting her phone away. Crying she gets up and comes around her desk to me. I close the door and move towards her with my arms out. This was all instinct at the time. I was not sure why I was doing what I did. I.