The Old School Part B (Otherwise known as Anne of Browndale Ch 3b)

(Anne's adventures continue)

Later on that day, outside the Spread Eagle at Drydale...

"Well Anne, they certainly do a good ploughman's here. Four cheeses, rustic bread, such wonderful pickles and a modern twist with the olives. We'll have to come again. Thank you for your hospitality by the way. After all the work you've put in today, I should be treating you, not the other way round."

"Not at all. It's my pleasure, Sarah. At least we've made a start on getting that old place in some sort of order. Put it this way, that hall's now stinking of chlorine disinfectant just as it should. So do I as a matter of fact. Goodness knows what Archie will say when I get home."

Sarah chuckled.

"I expect he's smelt far worse things in his time."

It was more than Anne could manage to suppress a giggle.

"I can't possibly imagine what you might be referring to, Sarah Worthington! Moving swiftly on, would it be okay if I had a go at driving that automatic of yours on the way back? I've always wanted to drive an automatic but Archie won't hear of me trading in our ancient Merc for a newer model. He says we can't afford it and, of course, he's right – until keeping the vehicle we've got on the road ceases to be an economic proposition."

"Be my guest, Anne. It's the least I can do since you've bought us supper."

A while later in the car...

"Anne, where are you going? We passed the turning for Browndale twenty minutes ago."

She tried to hide it but there was an anxious look on Sarah's face.

"Oh just for a spin. I thought we'd have a little mystery tour. To be truthful I've not really had a chance to explore the area properly yet and I have to say this car's handling beautifully."

"You're not thinking of going far, are you Anne? I was hoping to get back soon."

"Only over to Malham Tarn and back. It'd be fun to do a ton round Malham Tarn in this, don't you think?"

"You what!"

Sarah looked as white as a sheet and Anne noticed for the first time that she had her hands clasped between her legs.

"Are you alright Sarah?"

"Yes I'm fine. I just need..."

"A wee?"

"Well since you mention it haven't been all day – well perhaps not quite. Stupid of me not to have gone before we left the pub, wasn't it?"

A wry smile crossed Anne's face.

"No, not in the slightest. It was you who insisted on drinking three pints of Diet Coke, not forgetting that coffee you had, whereas I was content to settle for two."

"Alright Anne. Don't rub it in. I'm bursting and I don't think I can hold on much longer without pissing myself."

"Well you're just going to have to be brave and hold on for the time being. Just think about all those exercises we'll be putting the students through. There's nowhere I can pull over at the moment. Besides if you and I are going to run courses on bladder control we're going to have to master the art of ultimate control ourselves first. We may as well get some practice in now."

Gripping herself, Sarah visibly shuddered and Anne couldn't but notice the perspiration on her forehead.

"Pull over now Anne, please," she pleaded. "I'm about to piss myself."

Realising that she couldn't prolong her friend's torture any longer, Anne turned down a narrow country lane and stopped the car.

"There's a clump of trees over there, Sarah. To be honest I could do with a leak too."

Sarah sprang from the car and ran towards the trees. She was already spurting in her knickers and began to wet her jeans before she could get them down. Humiliated she finally got her jeans and knickers off and continued to pee uncontrollably, splashing her shoes. Anne followed, dropped her jeans and knickers, taking the opportunity to release her own personal cascade. A minute or so later both women were finally finished. Anne reached into her pocket and handed Sarah some tissues.

"Here, have these. Look, I'm sorry about tonight."

"Sorry? I'll get you for this, Anne Glenson!"

Having wiped herself she threw the tissues playfully at Anne.

"Look Sarah. I'm really sorry. If you don't want me on your staff – or even want to see me again – I'll understand completely."

"Don't be so silly Anne. You've proved tonight that you're exactly what I need. When can you start?"

Anne struggled to suppress a grin.

"Will Thursday do? It's the last day of term at college tomorrow and I'm handing my notice in. I won't be going back in September. From now on I'm all yours – if you want me that is."

Sarah hugged Anne tightly.

"Of course I want you – in more ways than one. That's the best news I've heard for a long time. Come on, let's get back to Browndale and seal the deal. There's half a bottle of quite drinkable Merlot left over from Sunday and could use a hand with it!"