The officer wasn't wrong though, the woman really was no problem, I had a comfortable time here, as comfortable as it could be laying down on a concrete slab, dying of thirst, going crazy thinking what might have happened back there with the two boys out on the rescue mission and counting sheep to control my urge to pee, I don't want to be called the Cam the WETTY pants once more, the embarrassment I faced back then was enough for a lifetime but how long counting sheep would help? I had to get out to pee sometime later and with the way my brain was constantly thinking about my washroom back home, it is going to happen sooner than later.
"There is a toilet seat back there,"
