As the flow gushed, I gazed round, being alerted by voices. They were distant, but I spotted rooftops and realised this copse was only about 50 metres...deep, split between the lane and the suburb beyond.I was thankful for the piss, having had to drive fast, non-stop and hard from the previous stop, which was a pub on the outskirts of a small town, where I had met some people and enjoyed their company. The pissing was down to a dribble and I started to shake off, when I was startled by a small. ’ She shook her head. ‘Sorry. I don’t know why I said that.’ ‘Yes you do,’ Gail thought. Pat picked up a few pairs of the boy-shorts and a few new bras. That afternoon, she had spent more money on clothes than she had in . . . well, ever. The salesgirl was ringing her up when the girls had an unexpected encounter. ‘Oh this is precious!’ came a voice from near a panty bin. It was a voice quite familiar to Pat. She turned around and saw Dr. Martin. ‘Hey, isn’t that . . .’ Gail started to say.. I explained the locals called it that as usually there was more action and passion in the cars rather than on the screen which made her laugh, but she wanted to experience some passion and action for herself so one particular rainy cool June evening we headed for the local Drive In in nearby Lakewood. By the time we,d finished our hot dog and pop corn washed down with an ice cold coke from the snack bar the windscreen had begun to fog up from our breaths so cracked the window open though it. " His mother frowned at him. "Yes, I suppose so. But there's the new pool in the patio, and you can't swim very well, you'll admit." She was another lovely woman, his mom; but he wasn't seeing that now. She was pissing him off with that babysitter crap. Man! How old did she think he was--ten? What would she think if he could tell her he'd already screwed hell out of her daughter, twice? "I don't need a babysitter," he said and asking for help, "Dad?" His father continued to read the.