I think I fucked up my bladder by holding my piss for the nine hours they had us captive at border control. I was freaking out that if I let a drop go, they'd send it straight from the toilet to a test tube, where god knows what they'd find.
Towards the end my abdomen was like a little balloon over my pants. I lifted my shirt so Jules could take a peak.
"It's those cheddar crisps from last night," she whispered. "All that salt makes you retain water."
"Don't say that word!"
"What word?" she teased, as she pressed a long manicured finger against my belly.
I slapped her hand away. A guard turned in our direction with a raised eyebrow.
"Don't get angry at me," she hissed. "You have so much poison in your pipes I bet you haven't had a proper leak in years."
A.R.E. Weapons
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