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On a warm summer afternoon, Donna-Jo sat in the park reading her copy of Huckleberry Finn. Her bladder was beginning to ache but Donna-Jo was reluctant to put down her book and find a toilet. She was tempted just to pee by the bench but she did not want to attract the attention of a cyclist who had stopped for a rest a short distance away. Finally, Donna-Jo could wait no longer and after loosening her waistband and edging forwards slipped her trousers down a little way and peed a flood on to the ground. Donna-Jo refastened her clothes and moved along to the next bench away from the huge pee puddle she had left.
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