”Again, the use of her first name sent a tingle of excitement down my spine.“ ... I mean, you’re married, aren’t you? It might not look good i......”She laughed softly again.“My husband’s working away this week. He has a lot of business trips. He loves playing pool with his mates and ... I feel a bit left out sometimes...”Her voice trailed off wistfully. I couldn’t help wondering whether her tone of voice was slightly contrived, to be honest.“I reckon he’d be surprised – and delighted – if I. Just to protect the sheets." They were all laughing."Back off, girl," Doreen said. "Brian is my date for the week and if anyone guards the sheets, it will be me." I am?" Doreen! Isn't it bad enough you corrupted your own brother without corrupting mine, too?" I fled. I got my clothes and underwear out of the attic and moved my things to protect them at the end of the room. I stripped my bed, too. I figured Princess Betts would sleep in my bed while her minions slept on the floor. I'd opened a. She looked around, desperate for somewhere even naughtier to finish off her leak.She could, of course, have another wee over the wall but that would be boring now. So would another piss over the carpet or the table. The other cabinets were locked so she couldn't pee into them. The need in her bladder reminded her that she still needed to go.Suzanne approached the table, the piss puddle she had made glistening in the light from the overhead bulbs. She wondered if she should just squat over it. Mario's at five-thirty, okay?" He hung up the phone, "She wants to meet you. Because what she does is frowned on by the authorities in this town she likes to meet prospective customers and get a feel for them before she agrees to do business with them. So, you get to meet my love tonight at Mario's."Sam and I were sitting at a table in Mario's and we had been there, sipping beer, since a quarter to five. I noticed that it was getting close to five-thirty so I got up and went to the bathroom so.