Help to Mrs. Johnson

Mai didn't want to be mean to Mrs. Johnson, and thought it wouldn't take long to help her. After all, it was just helping her carry the bags, nothing more.

—I'm gonna help you.

—Oh, thank you so much, Mai.

Mrs. Johnson took a small bag and walked into her house. Mai looked at the bags, trying to see which was the least heavy. Because if she made too much **** to load the bags, she would end shitting herself accidentally.

Mai took a bag that only had a carton of eggs and entered the house of Mrs. Johnson, who was returning from the kitchen.

—Oh, Mai, leave the bags in the kitchen, yes?

—Okay, Sra. Johnson.

Mai walked to the kitchen and left the bag on a table that had a couple of bags.

Mai kept going back and forth to help carry the bags. All while she trying not shit on herself, which was difficult thanks to the effort she made to carry the bags.

When Mrs. Johnson was carrying two bags, she stopped Mai before she went to carry the bags.

—Mai, There are only two bags left. One has the liquid detergent and the dust detergent, that is lighter. And the other one has some cans and stuff like that, that's a little bit more heavy.

—Okay.

Mai went out to carry the last bag, but felt her intestines growl for a little relief.

Mai had a decision to make. She could pick the lightest bag and leave the heaviest one to Mrs. Johnson and get out of it quickly, but it would mean that the old Mrs. Johnson would make more effort. Or she could take the heaviest one and leave less burden on Mrs. Johnson, but she would run the risk of pooping on herself.