Oh, yes

You find the settings and open them up. You see options you want to come back to, but at the moment you are fixated on finding the word “audio” or “sound” or similar.

After a little bit of looking around, you find it. You raise an eyebrow at that - very interesting. You see:

Audio Options:

Enabled for profile watching only: yes/NO (Affection must be 50+)

Enabled while program is open for anyone whose profile is in the list: yes/NO (Requires 500 points and affection 50+)

Enabled while program is open for anyone whose profile is in the list no matter what affection score is: yes/NO (Requires 2000 points)

Enabled while program is closed for anyone whose profile is in the list: yes/NO (Requires 5000 points and they must be either within your line of sight or 50 feet.)

The first option is available and the other three are grayed out. Since the first one is free, you decide to go ahead and click yes. You do so and it changes to:

Enabled for profile watching only: YES/no (Affection must be 50+)

The second option is now showing as available but the other two are still grayed out. You guess that means it’s sequential which, you presume, means it will cost a total of 7500 points to enable all three. At the same time, your watch beeps. You close the settings and check out your updates. You see a lot of unread items which you expected given how much your watch was beeping. You ignore them for now and look at the most recent update.

Picky Picky: Used settings to change from the default setup; 200 points awarded

Nosey Parker: Enabled first layer of audio settings; 100 points awarded

You glance quickly at the points counter and you have 1600 points now.

You resolve - once again - to figure out how to get more points. You know there has to be a way since there are so many options - unless, of course, TAM is just suckering you in and wants you to eventually face the “agony of choice” so to speak. But you know you’re already suckered in so you’ll just have to go with it.

Before you can go back to Tammy’s profile, however, you hear them both leaving the bathroom and split up - Tammy to her room to - presumably - get dressed and Molly back to you. You close the laptop and put it down. You stand up and stretch theatrically.

When Molly gets closer, you say, “Tammy done in the bathroom, then?” When she nods, you say, “Oh, good. I kinda need to use the bathroom myself.”

As you run off to the bathroom, you hear Molly giggling behind you. If you didn’t have to pee so badly, you’d sarcastically tell her you’re happy you could amuse her. But it was like as soon as you knew the bathroom was free, the need hit you like a freight train and you feel like you don’t have a second to spare.

As you get into the bathroom, you hurriedly slap at the push-button lock and don’t notice you didn’t engage it. You dart to the toilet and whip yourself out as quickly as you can. As soon as your dick is pointed at the toilet bowl, you let loose.

You sigh in relief.

And then the door opens.

Your eyes dart over to the door and you see Tammy standing there in her robe. Both of you lock eyes for a second before her eyes drop. You can see the instant she realizes what is going on.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” she stammers. “I didn’t know you were in there. I forgot my - ” She darts her eyes over to where Molly is. You can hear her howling with laughter. “Why didn’t you warn me before I opened the door!”

Molly howls with laughter for a few more seconds then answers, interrupting herself with laughter every few words. “I didn’t think I needed to. I thought he’d lock the door. Besides, it’s not like I had time.”

Ordinarily this would have been so embarrassing that your dick would have closed up shop and retracted all the way into your body. But you had to pee so badly you couldn’t stop.

You say the only thing you can think of. “When you gotta go, you gotta go.”

“Oh, shit, I haven’t closed the door yet. I’m so sorry!” she says as she shuts the door.

Even as she does so, you hear Molly start laughing even harder. You ignore it in favor of making sure your last, weaker, squirts make it into the bowl. You shake yourself dry and tuck yourself away.

As you flush the toilet, you look around. What had Tammy forgotten? Something intimate, perhaps, that she was **** to find before anyone else could?