82.       The minuets run past my face like piss running into my sock

She’s figured me out…

She must know I lied

Otherwise why

Would she be staring at me so intensely.

She says nothing

Plays the role of that silent type

Sit’s next to me

Touches my hand gently

I didn’t know what to do so I attempted to smile

She remained expressionless

Shit

Is there a sign I’m meant to see?

Then it finally clicks after a pretty long while

I’ve pissed myself

My socks full and my bladders empty

She can smell me