When Ladders Traumatize

Part 5

Epilogue…?

Several miles into the return trip, Bret was feeling extremely green wrapped in blue. He was sick. Very sick. The lavatory had indeed been removed during the time he had been standing there watching the lady dance off in slow motion. The sun had moved from afternoon to night time as well. No wonder his legs felt like he had been standing at attention for hours.

His body felt destroyed from the ordeal. He was completely drained. And every single buck and bump was sending lighting bolts through his eyes. He needed relief.

There was an unexpected stop part way through the return. They had to pick up some one and bring them back. Despite begging to get off the bus to find a bathroom, they were all told not to get off the bus. Bucking Betty was a cheese bus, therefore no built-in bathroom.

The teacher did take pity on him and convinced Betty to open up the door and let him find a bush somewhere to unload. They were waiting to meet up with whomever they were picking up.

As Bret did the poop shuffle to find shelter, it was clear that every single possible storefront in the area was closed. No bathroom in sight. The pain. Oh the pain.

Accepting the fact that he had to go on himself or the floor and live with the skid marks, Bret found a spot between to adjacent buildings to pop a squat. Just then, he heard the voice of that boyish woman.

“We have unfinished business, you and I”

Bret’s loosened pants dropped leaving him terribly exposed as the woman behind him started to laugh the most sinister of cackles. Where was help when he needed it? Worse, why was his voice not coming to his aide to scream for help?

The rising intense pressure threatened to push out the content he was struggling to keep. His eyes crossing in agony, Bret slowly buckled to his knees unable to fight or resist the force radiating from this creature/boy/woman thing.