However once every couple of months or so she seems to have an accident and pisses herself.She was in the van with me one day as we pulled into the K-...Mart parking lot. Cassandra started singing “Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go right now!” She managed to get out of the van but then peed her pants getting everything wet in the process including her T-shirt, panties, and shoes too. She was an absolute mess. I carry plastic bags so that she can sit in my van and I can get her home again.However this. He steeled himself. She panicked, placing a few million trades almost at random. The box came out. The Question sallied forth in frozen time, routing her stunned retainers and dragging her back to answer for her reckless assault. But she couldn’t. It was too late. After all, how can you agree to marry someone who doesn’t know that you’re not human? That the reason you seem like his ideal woman is that you are, in fact, the ideal internet-stalker, having emerged like some nubile Olympian from. The person froze where they stood, not moving. I reached over, and switched on the over-head light. What stood before me, looked to be either a flat chested girl, or a very feminine looking young man. Hard to figure with what they were wearing. I told them to look at me, and show me their face. As they turned towards me, I saw that it was a VERY female looking young man. He looked straight at my shotgun, his eyes going extremely large as he saw the size of the barrel. I ordered him to keep. "No, he didn't ask Brit. I had it built for me by a man at the edge of the great dismal swamp. It was about the only thing of value I managed to hang onto from that experience." I said."I knew your background intimately. I know you have caught more than your share of rough shit. But I also know that you know how to beat the shit out of the odds, After Vera Cruz when shit comes down, you ain't never gonna have to face it alone. Well you might if somebody is holding you prisoner and does it to.