The Bathroom

 

BLIND DATE

 

�2001-10 BTNL2001 Enterprises

 

Frances had been sitting in the town
square, waiting for her Valentine blind  date. She had already drank two bottles of lager as she was very nervous. She was brunette, wore 1960s style glasses and was dressed in a sky
blue sweater and white jeans.

 

Crowds of people were walking around her, and she kept
turning her face around every time she saw some attractive men. Suddenly, she
felt a little tap on her shoulder.

�Hello,� said the voice.

Frances looked around to see this georgeous, hunky guy. He was tall, was wearing an open
collared white shirt covered by a brown blazer with black chinos and shoes.
�I�m Mike,� he said, giving

Frances
a single red rose.

�Er, gosh, thank you,� she said
gratefully. �I�m

Frances.�

After they exchanged further hellos, Mike said, �There�s
a nice restaurant a few hundred metres from here, just for a nice dinner and a
chat.�

�Great,�

Frances
agreed, and they walked to this little place which Mike had booked a small
table next to the window. After they sat down, the ordered a bottle of white
wine while waiting for their main meal.

Frances poured a glass and drank it
almost in one go. �Careful,� said Mike. �We need to get our meal first.�

 

Soon, the couple were to have their meal, in which they
talked about each other�s backgrounds. Soon

Frances ordered more wine and
started drinking from it. The combination of the wine and earlier lager meant
that she started to fidget a little under the table.

 

�What�s wrong?� Mike asked.

�Nothing, that�s all� just the wine, she replied.

They continued to enjoy themselves. Mike got up to use
the bathroom a couple of times, but

Frances didn�t, indeed all night
she never left her seat, even though she was getting desperate. In her mind,
she hated using strange bathrooms, even if they were nearby.

 

By the end of the night, she was wriggling and had her
legs crossed tightly in her seat. Both Frances and Mike were prepared to leave, he asked if she needed to go to the bathroom.

�No, I�m okay,� she replied, but she knew she wasn�t.

After they left the restaurant to walk through the town
square, Mike noticed

Frances
was walking and bending in a funny way.

 

�Mike, I hate to say this, but I really need to go to the
bathroom,� she said.

�Let�s go back to the restaurant, it may still be open,�
Mike replied, but when they got back there, it was closed.

Frances had by
now jammed one hand inbetween her legs.

�Don�t worry, there should be one somewhere around here,�
Mike said, looking in the distance to see any public bathrooms. They saw some
and both rushed to them, but they were locked for the night.

 

�OH,NOOOO,I�M GOING
TO WET MYSELF!!� screamed Frances, as she felt pee seep through her
underwear and trickle down the inner thigh of her jeans creating a small puddle
beneath her. She began to sob and apologised to Mike before running away from
him, clearly feeling embarrassed and leaving behind a trail of pee. Mike tried
to stop her.

�

Frances,
wait, I�m sorry�. Er can I have your phone number?�
But she ran away into the night, never to be seen again�