Morning of May 10. Previously I requested the day off to make a trip to see Nikki. After stopping off for some condoms, I got on the highway and heade...d north. Through out the hour drive, she would call me to see where I was.She advised that she dropped off her k**s at school and that she was all washed up ready. I finally reached the city in which she resided. I turned into her neighborhood and my heart was racing with both excitement and anxiety.I parked the car in the side yard as she asked. As arranged she met him and walked the short distance to a grand old house set in its own yard. Jemma listened intently but could not hear the yapping of a playful dog or anything resembling it; but still she thought maybe the dog is well trained and therefore not noisy.After knocking on the door; Jack turned to Jemma and said, "You know this must be our secret and must never be discussed with anyone else!" Of course; what do you take me for? Do you really think I want it to go around that I. That clear?"Robin nodded and allowed him to support her as they went into the house. He took her into the bathroom and bent her over the basin, washing her face with cold water. Weak with shock, she just stood there while he rinsed her face, then massaged her shoulders."Your skirt is all wet," he remarked. "How'd you do that."She looked down and bit her lip. "Oh, I'm so ashamed." How could she have let Uncle Jim, the man she respected most in the world, see that she had wet herself in terror?. " - she trailed off, and leaned against me. I held her body upright, not really knowing what to do about this."I have to poop", she murmured but made no effort to let me go and go to the bathroom."What?", I asked - maybe I just had heared wrong."I must poop", she repeated with a slightly squealing voice. "But I can't, good girls don't poop, clean girls don't poop, I can't shit here..." - her voice, once again, trailed off, I suspected she didn't really know what she was talking anymore..