She couldn't wait.She desperately looked around, doing a bit of a potty dance as she tried to think of anything that could help her out of this situat...on. Before she could come up with anything, though, she felt the all too familiar warmth begin to spread between her legs. She froze in place, only managing to look down to see the large wet patch forming on her jeans. Eventually the wet spot extended to a puddle around her feet and the flow finally stopped shortly after. She felt a small sense. I watched in surprise as she began to curl in on herself as if something dreadful was about to happen. Damned if something wasn't scaring her badly. She was actually shuddering with loathing and fear. Her eyes looked past me and over my shoulder. I turned and saw a beefy man in a sports shirt and designer jeans. He radiated menace and authority.Cleo's eyes had become frozen marbles. The man was wearing a cruel smile to match the dead snake's eyes in his head. This was a nasty one, I thought. He. .......Hmmmm?” He stammered, looking down and shuffling his feet in the puddle beneath his soaked shoes. “I’m not stupid. I know when I’m being followed,” she asserted. “Why are you following me? Are you some sort of stalker?” For once in his life, he was speechless. How much did she know? He looked intently at her face, then quickly away. What he saw, emblazoned across her furrow, was a look of knowing—she was on to him, and he was caught without recourse. “Are you?!” she insisted. Then,. I walked over to Mom and kissed her cheek and she whispered, "Girl, you are dressed like your a slut." I whispered back, "But Mom, I am and so are you." and we laughed some. "Okay" she said and slapped my bottom. "Go meet some family." she saidand I got one of those stick on name tags that you write your name on and put "Teresa" on it and on my chest on the tube top just above the nipple so that one had to look right at my chest to read it. "You did that on purpose." Steve said. "Yep." I told.