Hannah walked right up to Ben, and he was aware that her eyes lay solely on his nappy. He was feeling nervous, and even worse he hadn’t peed when he’d gone into the bathroom, and the urge had suddenly hit him again, hard. Ben new he couldn’t hold his pee for long when he was nervous, or when he was drunk, and right now he was both.
“Hey Ben,” Hannah looked almost as nervous as he did, “Look, I um, I just wanted to say I was in your room last night, and I think that what Richard and Laura did was out of order. I feel really bad that I didn’t stop them, that no one did. It was really horrible of us, but you know no-one really thinks any differently of you because you wet the bed, don’t you?”