It took me a second but Irelaxed enough to pee.As I stood there peeing. I wondered what my father was going to do.Maybe he would just ground me and be...done with it.As I was thinking and worrying about what was going to happen, thebathroom door flew open. I was already jumpy and that made it worse. Ijumped and peed on my self and on my jeans. I guess it really caught meoff guard because I didn't stop peeing. I looked and saw my brotherstanding there. We both looked at the floor and saw a. I got a reply almost immediately. The answer was simple. 'Tomorrow 10:10 AM, in the park across from city hall.'That was all. I had no idea if it was a dead drop or a meeting. I just knew I needed to be there on time in order to find out. I closed up the file and went to bed.I awoke yet again to the smell of bacon. It seemed the only thing that Fat Jack could cook was bacon and eggs. He wrapped them in several different things, but it was always greasy bacon and eggs. After breakfast I had time. I tried to keep calm in the feelings of discomfort, though it was not exactly discomfort, but the inkling of a feeling I either believed I ought to not have or wasn’t aware I should have, the inkling really a nice way to say wetness in my pussy, but of course more than the wetness, as in the fluttery sensation that stirred in the pits of my belly while trying to chat with Auntie Annie, at the way Cousin Julie boldly touched my thigh, so gently meandering her hand, with an above-table pretense. When I was eventually caught, hewould personally rip the balls from my body. Or perhaps I'd bea "death-in-custody" the kind you hear about all the time.I needed to run away, but where could I run to?'You can stay here, if you like.''Stay here? But James will be home tomorrow. He'll kill me!''Only if he recognises you.''Yes, but You mean disguise me, in some way but ''The catering agency rang yesterday afternoon. The person they'dpromised to send has cancelled.''Look Carol, I know you're.