Another Target

I spotted a woman on a park bench. She had long, wavy, thick dark brown hair, and wore blue slacks, a striped blouse, and blue blazer .She looked like she was waiting for someone.

I walked up to her. "Excuse me, would you rather have no bladder control for a week or swallow a different man's semen every day for a month?"

"What? What kind of fucked up question is that."

"Would you rather answer that question or fuck your ass with a large stick right here?"

"I'll answer the question. I guess I'd go a week without bladder control because I....oh god!" The woman's eyes grew big, and she clenched her thighs, but a wet spot started to spread in her crotch.

"What's going on?" she said as she put her purse over her lap.

"You have no bladder control for a week," I said. "Enjoy." I started to whistle and head on. I had spotted another woman on a park bench. She was a cute girl with flat hair, jeans, and white tank top under a loose fitting unbuttoned white blouse.

I had found my next target.

"Hey, wait!" called the woman who had just wet herself. She was running towards me as she held the purse over the wet spot in her crotch.