“Is something wrong” she directed the question toward Stella but did not take her eyes from me. “ummm no no” Stella mumbled, “all’s great�...�.She smiled and went back to her table, “Listen if there is something you don’t understand then ask” she was accenting the wrong syllables for English , following her distinctive Italian prosody instead. It mad my heart race. I bit my lip. She looked at me as the sole brave soul that can answer her, her eyes questioning. There was a long awkward pause.“It is. "Oh, that's the other thing I've not had the chance tomention. You know, since you've been pretty much MIA for a few days.Nadine did something to Stephanie's body." You mean, other than give her tits that would make strippers jealous." Ha-ha. No. She made is so that Stephanie gets aroused pretty easily.And said arousal leads to a lot of wetness..." I pointed at my skirt."...down there." Vaginal lubrication. Happens to most women when they get horny." Yeah? Well, apparently mine is like the. We had won a game against a school that had five hundred males to our one hundred and sixty. Mr. Oldham told me about the twenty-four points our offense had scored, one touchdown in each quarter. I had to admit that I had not paid much attention to the offensive play because Mr. Sinclair kept us busy explaining what we were doing wrong and the things he wanted us to do when we got back on the field. "It's too bad they can't convert an extra point. Have you considered kicking?" Mr. Oldham asked.. My urethra was burning.Oh god, I was going to pee myself definitely, part of me so ashamed the other part desperate for the release, partly turned on by the thought of wetting my jeans and filling the crotch, watching it spread.The thought was too much and it started, I moved my hands as a small wet patch started to appear on my crotch, it felt so good to let go."I'm peeing," I shouted, "I can't stop it."Ben looked over and his mouth dropped in horror as he looked at my open legs, the wet patch.