“Don’t go into the kitchen until you’ve gotten yourself completely dressed,” Anita ordered, “The girls from the Sunday morning brunch are still here. Let me go out there and explain to them you were having a nightmare before you go out to see them, okay? I don’t want them to make any embarrassing comments to you. After they leave maybe we can go to the park for a walk later so you can settle your nerves. You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”
“I think I’ll go to the bathroom and sit in there until they leave,” Howard mumbled sleepily.
“Good idea!”, Anita agreed enthusiastically, “Since you’re not going back to bed immediately, I’ll just strip the bedclothes and let the mattress dry out before it mildews. I’ll remake the bed later after it dries completely.”
“Whatever,” Howard said, taking a pair of briefs from the drawer before stumbling to the master bathroom.
When Howard finally emerged from the bathroom, the women were gone. Anita had brought him a cup of coffee and his morning paper to read while he sat on the john. The coffee increased his urine output and made him glad he had elected to sit in the bathroom rather than in a chair in the bedroom. It made for less trips to the toilet that way. He sat naked on the toilet and read the paper completely, urinating from time to time as the need struck him.