Now finish your coffee, and we can walk up to that street light, I’m ready to pee.”I drained the last of my coffee, and we walked – this time, a...m in arm – up towards the main road. We tossed our empty cups in a bin, and Janelle pointed to a place near the Pittwater Road Bridge over the lagoon.“That looks ideal,” she said. “There’s the fence you can lean against, we will look like we’re just hanging around, and my pee will really show up on the concrete path, come on.”Janelle was right; it was. "Had you come out wearing a robe or a towel, I would have been very disappointed."He got me to sit on the floor while he lay on a couch listening to Mahler. He stroked my head and face and played with my hair but didn't talk much. He was caught up in Mahler's magic and seemed unaware of my presence at times.When Mahler had finished he showed me through the house. He showed me very room, hallway, closet and broom cupboard in the house. He led the way, acting perfectly normal, just a normal guy. So it was obvious that I'd learned the lesson. I had the burger and fries while she had a Cobb Salad.As we drove back toward school, I was again behind the wheel. She pointed me past the school, and directed me to her home. It was a small house, and after seeing the inside, I knew that the young teacher had done a nice job decorating it. It had a front porch that added a lot of character to the older bungalow.Inside she offered me a Coke, and then she went into the back bedroom. She came back. The day our manager was on leave we had a spat against each other. The office assistant stamped my bear legs with her high heel sandals, and i had bleeding, but though it was paining terribly i refused to remove my legs from the foot rest, i dont want to loose to her any more. again she started stamping without any hesitation and mercy. i thought about that for a while and decided not to give up, that decision changed my life in a splash. after a while i told her now i will keep my legs upon.