He rose up over me.

"Move over." I slid to the edge of the table, making room. He slid on his back and lay beside me. "What's that smell?"

I began to laugh. "I think I peed on myself."

"Oh…. Happens a lot, does it?"

"No never. What time is it?"

He raised his arm and looked at his wristwatch. "Oh, shit! It's 5:12 in the morning. Your mom will be up soon. We've got to clean this up."

I groaned in despair. "I can't. I can't move."

He sat up and slid off the table.

"You'd better move, young lady. I will not run the risk of your mother...