The Bathroom

BLIND DATE

(C)2001-9 The Bathroom

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 gorgeous, 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...
