Now she was telling me it hadn't been over. All I'd had to do was talk to her. But I was such a retard that I didn't even try. Sometimes, guys like me...get lucky. This day, this month, was my hot-damndest lucky month."Are the Flemings back from their latest trip?" Bernie asked with a smile."No ... no they aren't," I said, hoping I knew what she was really asking. "Would you like to come in? I've got some coffee ... or tea ... or something." I might have some 'or something, '" she smiled, leaning. I could see the setup pretty clearly. As with most robotic manufacturing rooms, this one was extremely clean and the air conditioning kept it between sixty-six and sixty-eight degrees if I judged the temperature correctly. Some of the equipment generated a lot of heat. The robots were controlled by their own set of computers in a room on one side that I guessed was probably kept even colder. These computers were not on the company network or a part of the cloud. I was pretty sure they could. My doorbell rang at 4:30 finally and I was so excited. I switched on the TV and went to open the door. She stood there wearing a white color sleeveless tight top with her 36D boobs bulging out and a butt out jeans showing the sexy curves of her ass. The top is little short so that I can see a bit of her navel. I said “You are looking sexy but you are late. I would have sent the video if you didn’t come in another 5 mins” and she replied that she was stuck in traffic. I warned her not to lie.. I always liked to spurt a bit, then clench & hold it, enjoying the wet spot and the increasing desperation. I also liked talking during the desperation, saying stuff like "oh shit, I'm gonna piss my pants" "oh no, please help me to the bathroom" " I leaked, oh fuck, my bladder is going to burst" Because of that I always had to have the music full blast if my parents came down & knocked on my door.At the age of 20 I had my first "public" accident. Even though no one knew.. I think!! hahaha. I.