Ask her what she ment about not working out.

Ask her what she meant by not working out. You’re curious as to what else is there.

Seated across from her every movement she made pulled her tight running shorts higher which at this point were just high enough now to reveal the light pink lacy filigree at the bottom of her panty legs. Not sure wither it was sheer curiosity or just wondering what odd turns her life had taken, you sit back admiring the view and ask the burning question. “What do you mean, you look like you’re working out to me, not that you really need it?”

“Oh, you’re sweet.” She said getting to her feet. “No, I just do this to look like I’m working out.” She sighed, rubbing her belly and checking her watch at the same time. “See, I’m hiding from my husband when he comes and picks up Tommy.”

“Tricky, how do you hide while meeting someone?” I ask in a somewhat dubious tone not understanding the situation.

“No.” She answered laughing as she once again sat down quickly then shifted her legs under herself looking like she was trying to cross them but finding her belly was far to in the way. “Thomas and I are in the middle of a divorce.” She stopped and rubbed her belly again. “Or….. Rather…….” Another shift of her legs. “We’re going to get a divorce, or I’m going to.”

“Sounds complicated.” You say.

“It is.” She admitted with a big sigh. “See, my husband is a Balentologist and we can’t get a divorce while I’m pregnant. The whole fuckin church is the reason I’m in this mess in the first place.” She said shifting again, this time standing and placing a hand on the inside of her thigh.

“Oh” I said “and you tried to divorce him earlier.

“Sort of.” She said letting out a moan of discomfort while looking at her watch again. “I found out he was cheating on me.”

“Really, on you?” I said in shock. “And why would you marry a Balentologist?” I asked knowing a little about the very Male centered religious movement.

“Yeah.” She said sitting again this time straddling the bench as before. “I didn’t know. He didn’t join until right after we got married, and at the time I just thought it was a fad thing, you know, a guy group. It wasn’t until after I got my degree as a teacher that I found out he had no intention of letting me work. He started talking about babies and how I should get pregnant so we could have a family and then go to work. I didn’t want to, but before I could find a position, I found out I was pregnant.”

“Weren’t you on some form of protection?” I asked.

“I thought it failed.” She grunted. “I found out later he had be tampering with it and that was his plan all along.” Shifting again she continued. “It wasn’t until I was well into the pregnancy, I found out what he had planned.”

“What did he have planned?” I asked

“We his church has this thin where you have to give birth alone, and without a sound.” She shifted around again then rubbed her thigh lifting her shorts above her panty line.

“Really, that sucks.” I said.

“Yeah, and that’s when I found out he was cheating.” Suddenly she stood grabbing her lower belly.

“Are you alright?” I asked “Is it the baby? Is it time?”

“What?” She asked starting to pace in a small circle as she looked at her watch. “No, it’s just that my fuckin soon to be ex is ten minutes late, and I really have to pee.”

“So go to the bathroom, I’ll watch Tommy.” I said trying to be helpful.

“I would, but if he gets here and I’m not waiting, He’ll blow a gasket, and as close as I am to delivery, I don’t need that to happen on top of everything.” She said sitting once again. “Besides, that might have worked when we first started talking but, I’m pretty sure I’d only make in a few steps right now.

“You have to go that bad?”

“We, I am carrying ten pounds right on my bladder which makes it impossible to cross my legs, that always seems to kick me right in the right place and…..” She suddenly drew in a sharp breath and tensed.

“And?” I asked

“And I would move.” She moaned through clinched teeth. “Now.” Just then a river of liquid poured out from between her legs as I found my feet and moved to the table. Slowly she relaxed her body as the relief spread about her face turning into a smile. “Sorry, couldn’t wait any longer.” She laughed as she just continued to pee enjoying the relief as it flooded out of her.

“Well, I guess you had to.” I said joining her in the laugh until I suddenly saw her stiffen as a large black SUV pulled into the parking lot. “What’s wrong?”

“That’s him. The asshole.” She grunted slowly getting to her feet and smoothing her shirt over her belly.

“Really.” I said looking at the big black truck as a short balding man in an ill-fitting suit got out.

“You know, I’m glad you’re here, sometimes I have this nightmare I suddenly go into labor right as we do the hand off and he kidnaps me.” She said joking.

“Right. Then I probably shouldn’t mention that I have to pee as well right now.” I replied, as I wondered if I should stick around and offer protection or tend to my bladder and leave them to tend to their business.

1. Stay, after all this guy looks like a dick and maybe you can help her.

2. Head to the bathroom, after all it isn’t your business.