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Eventually time passes with you finishing all the orange juice, she smiles toward you happily for having drunk so much. By now she's finished her coffee and the full disk of the sun is now hovering inches above the ocean beyond the windows of the coffee shop.

"You must have been really thirsty?" She says while giggling.

"Well the orange juice is really good here," you admit as you let out anther soft laugh.

"Yeah, I should hope so, it cost me quite a bit," she remarks still giggling. "You know, life doesn't have to be so stressful for you, at least, not if you don't want it to be."

"Yeah, I guess you're right, it's just society expects me to go to school, be a good student and then find a really high paying job."

"Well how about this," she says excitedly. "Why don't you spend the weekend over at my place. Relax for a little, just kind of forget about life and lounge around my home. I'd be happy to have you over and you'd be under no obligation. You can just... chill."

You think about things for a moment, before finally agreeing. "Yeah, that sounds great, you reply." Your roommates wouldn't mind if you're gone for a few days and besides, it's not like you've had anything planned for the weekend anyway. You're as free as you could be and for the first time in a very long time. Might as well make the most of it.

"Great! Let's get going then!" She leaps from her chair and grabs you by the wrist as she helps you up from your own chair. "Come on, my car is parked right outside. You're closer to an easy life than you think," She says while looking over her shoulder, expecting you to follow her, as she gives you a wink.

You look on toward the bathroom for a moment as you pause just before the coffee shop's doors. Denise, holding the door for you looks on impatiently. "Come on, you can worry about the bathroom later. I'm so excited to show you my place, come on!" She smiles at you as you pulls your arm, almost dragging you out of the coffee shop.

You don't protest, allowing her to guide you to her car. Moments later, you are stunned by what you see. She opens the doors to a white Lamborghini.

"Well, don't look so shocked, it's just a car." She gets into the car, starting the engine. "If you are impressed by this, just wait until you see my home." She giggles as she waits for you to get inside.

Quickly, not wanting to make her wait, you enter into the passenger seat. As you enter the passenger seat you notice a large white towel neatly placed on the seat. You begin to move it out of the way before you are stopped by Denise.

"No, leave that there, it's for you. I wouldn't want your sandy clothes to ruin the car seat, I hope you understand," she askes sympathetically as she watches you enter the car.

"Yeah, of course, I completely understand," you reply as you seat yourself, reclining against the soft seat and close your eyes, almost dreaming of what this weekend will have in store for you. Denise reaches over, noticing you don't have your seatbelt on and pulls it across your body, buckling you in place.

"Oh thank you, I forgot," you say almost embarrassed.

"Don't worry about it, like I said, take this weekend to relax and just let yourself be free, without worry or stress. Besides, it's easy to forget when you are enjoying yourself." She reverses the car and before long you are both on your way toward her home.

About half an hour passes, with you two enjoying small chat with one another, but by now the pressure on your bladder is starting to increase, causing you to squirm in the seat. With your fidgeting, it doesn't take long for Denies to notice.

"Is something the matter?"

"No, no, I just really need to pee, I've been holding it since we left the coffee shop," you replay looking out the car window, trying to find any distraction from your current predicament.

"Well you did drink the whole pitcher of orange juice, so I can understand if you are bursting to go by now," as she finishes her sentence the car comes to a stop at a red light. She looks on toward you with a caring, calming gaze. "Well, we are still quite a ways away from my home, I'm afraid, and this traffic isn't helping me get there faster and I really don't want to rush through the traffic either. It might be better if you just let go. You don't have to worry about the seat, I'll take care of it later."

You look on at her with a worried look, not entirely sure if she's serious or not. "What about my clothes?"

"I told you before, this weekend is for you to relax, let me worry about your clothes. All you have to do is let go, I want you to be comfortable and you won't be comfortable if you are worrying about making it to a bathroom."