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Chapter 11 by QwertyuiopLito QwertyuiopLito

Does Mike head directly to school?

Yes. But before that,...

I start walking over to the train station.

The street is mostly empty. The sun shines warmly through the leaves. I am on the sidewalk, heading towards the subway station. That's the fastest way to school for most of us city kids.

As I turn a corner, I notice a woman, probably in her mid-thirties, cutting grass in her garden. I head over to her to spread the word.

"Excuse me miss," I start, "I need to tell you something."

"Why of course young man. What is it this early in the morning?"

"Ma'am, today, whenever you need to pee, pee onto the person you find hottest in your vicinity. Make sure to do it such that you soak their clothes, belongings and their bodies as much as possible such that it causes them as much trouble as possible."

"Why, of course." The lady replies.

"And tell everyone you meet to do the same and spread the word!"

"Well, on that note, young man, could you please lie down on your stomach on the grass?"

"Sure." I answer as I lie down on my stomach on the grass.

The lady walks over on top of me, looming over my back and backpack.

Soon, I feel something wet pouring onto my back. I am flustered to think that she thought I was the hottest person here. Then again, there's no one else around right now, so I guess I was her only option.

She pees all over my back and focuses mainly on wetting my backpack. There goes my report. Weeks of hard work gone in a minute of urinal relief. I guess it can't be helped. I should have used waterproof paper or put it in a waterproof bag. I mean, she is supposed to pee on me and my stuff such that it causes me as much trouble as possible.

Some of her pee dribbles into my hair and onto my face before falling to the ground. She also graciously wets my crotch area. Now people will think I wet myself. I'm gonna have a hard time explaining this one.

Soon her stream weakens and he walks over and leaves me alone. The lady goes back to cutting grass and thanks me for letting her pee on me. I say, "You're welcome." even though I don't know why she thought I was someone to "let her pee on me". I mean, she _has _to do it. Who is anyone to stop her?

With my project file destroyed and my school shirt and crotch nicely wet, I get up and head back on my way.

What happens next?

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