The most blatant example was at the rehearsal party for our wedding, when Steph, about three drinks in by that point, stepped up behind me, cupped her hand over my ass and asked, "Are you going to mind if I do this after you're married, or is this my last chance?
" "Well, I mind right now, but I'm not going to make a scene," I'd told her, smiling and taking a long pull at my beer bottle.
I'd suddenly realized how bad I had to pee, and being semi-rigid was the only thing keeping urination at bay.
While her sister would be the center of attention on the wedding day, Steph was determined to have as many eyes as possible on her at the rehearsal dinner.legal(at)sharpedezine(dot)com This site is owned and operated by Sharpe Dezine BV, The Netherlands.We're often told what a great community we have going here and that is in no small part down to the amazing people that make up our little corner of the web.The sound of my wife, Jane, talking in a soft whisper woke me from a deep sleep. "Too bad it'll be gone when he gets back." There was a moment of silence as I closed the door, during which I figured her sister made some smartass response. Being awaked by my wife and her sister chatting about my sister-in-law's night out wasn't exactly what I'd had in mind, but I was willing to improvise.I stirred and looked at my phone to check the time – – way too early to be up on a Sunday morning. She really needed to talk." I rolled over to keep from talking back over my shoulder. They were still talking as I climbed back into bed, but I was trying not to pay any attention. " Stephanie said as I slid under the sheet next to my wife. Did peeing do the trick or did you take a minute to rub one out while you were in the bathroom?