But after some thought he'd realized that there were a couple of big holes in that story. If she had a baby, what would she be doing at school? Yet to...Chris, she'd seemed to handle the baby like she was its mother. Still, the story that Andrew had told didn't fit with a baby — that's not the kind of thing you could keep a secret, and it would've been huge news. Andrew definitely would've said something. For a moment he was tempted to call Andrew, just to check his story, but then he realized. ”“I am always in your debt. Its hard enough taking care of yourself, but if you add me in the mix its probably super stressful.” Patsy kind of looked shyly at me. “I also know how guys handle stress, and you cant even take care of that at night with me in your hair.”I was taken aback by this. ‘What are you talking about, Patsy?” I asked. “I take care of myself, and you, just fine.” “You know what I mean, you get no privacy. My husband would stress about something, and he relieved himself by,. Since I will be outside in the public eye, so to speak, I'll need to be dressed somewhat more modestly than bra and panties--perhaps a mini-skirt and bra, or a pair of short shorts, or a skort, along with a pair of Thi-Top stockings, and some knee length high heeled boots. Along about noon, allow me to, finally, wash off my face with a hose (but no drinking from it--I again want nothing to drink except straight urine, or a half/half urine-water mixture, suitably and unappetizingly warmed up,. Most of the time I would grab at their ass which was a signal that I liked to fuck and that I'm a top. So I'm looking out the door and I say fuck it. I get tired of stretching my neck around so I sit up and look out the door to see if anyone is there. I then see a african guy about 6'1 200 bald head. Well he bee lines straight for me so I go back inside and close the door (the doors on these booths have locks so it's not like the states where someone can just bust in). I am sitting on the chair.