So I had spent the afternoon with a couple of friends.
Me being the only one with a car, I ended up dropping them off at their houses by late afternoon. Around that same time I started to develop some pain in my stomach.
Cramps to be specific.
I couldn't understand why. And the intensity got worse. After I dropped off my last friend I was driving home when I then knew I had better reach a toilet quick or I'm going to unload something in my pants. The problem was that I can't use public toliets. I never have…its some kind of phobia or something. I just consider them all too dirty.
So I'm trying to hold it in.
But the pain was brutal. And as the pain got worse, I drove faster. With just about a minute left till I would reach my house, the pain was too much and I couldn't hold it in any longer. “Fuck me!” I yelled as I released. It felt soooo good as whatever liquid crap slid out of my ass and pooled itself around my balls and thighs but what the fuck I thought…I'm 23 years old and I just shit my pants!
And now I have a second problem.
As I pulled up to my house I wasn't sure if my parents and/or brothers were home or not. I could just dart inside, run straight up to the bathroom and clean up. But I couldn't take the chance of running past a family member and them seeing the mess in my pants. Or what if one of my brother's was using the bathroom. I'd have to rush over to my parents bathroom. But what if one of them were in their bedroom or using their bathroom? It was just too much time running around and I couldn't take the chance. The point is, I just couldn't risk it not knowing what was going on in there.
Time to call the Wolf.
I took out my cell and called 1-800-thewolf. He picked up right away. I told him the situation and that I was currently sitting in my driveway in the car. He asked for my address and cell number and told me to start driving around the block until he got there in exactly one hour. He said to keep the windows rolled down so the car doesn't get stinky.
Exactly an hour later, as I just drove around with the radio up and the windows down, my cell rang. The wolf had arrived. He told me to pull over to the side of the street exactly 5 houses up from my house. As I did this, I saw the wolf's BMW pull up into my driveway. He got out wearing his tux and approached my house. He rang the doorbell and my mother answered. He pulled out a piece of paper and looked at it. Then they both laughed and he turned around and walked back into his car. (side note: I later found out that he was looking for a “Mr. Cook at 45 Pine Road.”
We lived at 45 Pine Street.
The Wolf got back into his car and called my cell. He told me to follow him. He drove me to a motel. He said there was no point trying to get into the house if someone was home – even if it was just one person.
As I waited in the car he checked into a room on the ground floor. That way, it was a short path from my car to the room then having to go up to any room on the second floor. Good thinking again Mr. Wolf.
I was quickly ushered in the room. He ordered me to take off my pants and underwear and we placed them into a plastic bag. “Jump in the shower” he said. As I took my shower, the Wolf took that time to quickly head over to the local mall where he bought me some shorts. They were on the bed when I came out of the shower. He ended up dumping the plastic bag in the dumpster that was in the hotel parking lot.
His mission was over and I was able to put on the shorts and go home no problem.
Thanks again Mr.Wolf. You've done it again.
