Climbing back into the cruiser, I turned it around and drove away. I was careful to keep to the backroads to ensure I wasn’t caught on some random i...tersection camera or something. While I hadn’t watched a ton of crime shows, I knew the gist of how criminals got caught, though I knew movies and shows dramatized all that stuff.Still, I couldn’t take any chances.After driving for about thirty minutes away from the city, I finally stopped off on the side of an abandoned road, emptied the corpse’s. ”And that was how I found myself after the reception, waiting for my ride. A Prius drove up, and it was Michael.“Hop in, Jessie! Claire got a little hung up at work. She’ll meet us at the restaurant.” It was a short drive into Newark, and we parked the car around the corner from the restaurant.And there she was, sitting at the table, waving to us. She had a dazzling smile, the kind that lights up a room. As she stood and kissed us, I saw that she was slender, without much of a bosom, and a hair. Never seen a guy pee before?" It's not that," I stammered, still somewhat in a trance. Fascinated and mesmerized by the sight of the stream flowing out the end of his penis, I managed to mumble "I just really need the toilet."He grinned. "Wait your turn." The stream of golden pee flowing out of his penis slowed to a trickle, then stopped. Then, to my utter amazement, he proceeded to shake his penis up and down several times."What," I stammered, "are you shaking it for?"He grinned again, "Gotta. “Hello Aunt Edith, what a surprise.” I may have been a little terse. “Were you expecting someone else dear?” “Oh no Aunt, not at all, come on in.” “I was hoping, though." I thought, but I knew it was a long shot. "I have a surprise for you, Dear." Not the surprise I was hoping for, I was damn sure of that. I kept that thought to myself. “You remember Clair my god-daughter? You’re the same age, you used to play with her when you were Five, then she moved away.” I didn’t really remember but I.