Or strictly speaking, that's you, Andrea. Andrea Jackson, isn't that sweet? Easy to remember, too. I'll keep my married name of course, and Andrew wil... too whenever he needs a name, but Andrea needed a new name. Do you like it? It's her maiden name. She's not married." She was teasing me again, and I didn't know what to reply.As we were shown to the table and the Maitre held out my chair for me, I slipped in as daintily as I could, and smiled at him, and sat down. "But why," I asked again. "Why. I tried to hold it but it was no use and I began to expel the nastiest stuff out of my ass to cheers and screams and comments of total disgust. I definitely agreed with the disgust but had no way of controlling it. I also managed to piss myself as I thought what difference does that make. The good news is that no one wanted any more to do with me after that, so the fucking was over, but what of me.“Terry, you have your revenge, now just take me back home and I will never say anything about. "Poor baby." Aaaa. Stop. It hurts." What can I get you?" Something to drink." Have you had anything? Can you keep it down?" I'm nauseous but I haven't barfed yet." I'll get you some ginger ale. If we don't have any I'll run to the store to get it."My skin hurts from the pressure of the sheet. The skin on my face hurts from the pressure of the ambient air passing over it. All my muscles ache.She returns with a glass of ginger ale. I can't take more than a couple sips. My stomach is starting to. Perhaps they had a bust up, who knows and who cares but when I found her flat out drunk in the hallway, I just couldn't leave her lying there, now could I."You ok?" I said as I bent low and whispered in her ear.She mumbled something I couldn't understand."Come on, love," I said taking her under the arms and lifted her to her feet. "What you need is some fresh air."I half carried her outside and the cool air seemed to revive her a bit for she stirred but then she looked like she was going to be.