.I was at a bar, and had had four-five beers. Needless to say, I had to pee pretty badly. When I got to the bathroom, there was someone in it! I waite..., and waited, but nobody came out. I was to the point of crossing my legs, to hold back the urge. One of the bartenders walked by and asked what was wrong, and I told him that I had to pee.He said, "It would sure be a shame if you pee-peed in your panties," and then he laughed.He walked by several more times and kept saying things about peeing in. No measure she took convinced either of the girls to revert to the polite children they had been a short time before. She asked if I would come over and talk with them. Her thinking was that perhaps they would see my disappointment in them and want to revert immediately. Na?, perhaps, but possible.I visited the following Friday and arrived just before dinner. My wife was still away on business and I was pleased to eat a home cooked meal and to possibly help my sister out of her current dilemma.. “Oh don’t worry sir, it’s quite a common issue which we come across a lot” she said with a cheeky grin which made me feel at ease. She then reached into her bag taking out what I can only think was like an infra-red gadget which she turned on and pointed down onto the carpet and it began to beep a few times, “Ahh yes” she said smiling as it seemed to pick up each and every bloody stain.She seemed very open about the situation and wasn’t in the slightest bit embarrassed as she came over and. . happy. They weren’t trying to kill each other, after all, it was more like sparring. He had to admit, his blood was really flowing, his racing heart pumping adrenaline through his veins. It felt amazing to have his arm back, to be able to ‘do’ something about his situation, finally.“Come at me, you feral fuck,” he barked. His insult filled her with glee, the Rask charging in, her heavy footsteps shaking the deck beneath his feet. He dodged out of the way just in time, using his prosthetic leg.