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Maurice considers himself very lucky. He could sense he might have a bad luck soon, because a series of fortunate events has occurred to him again and again since last week. Maurice is a Master degree student in botany. Last week, his close friend, Kitty, a Master student in History, asked him to join her at a special lecture on Garden History of the Eighteenth Century at the university. He is not that interested in history, or humanities, but he enjoys listening to Kitty’s chitchat about weird dead people. (Kitty loves telling him about lesbian affairs in the nineteenth century.) Maurice decided to accompany Kitty to the lecture, just to meet the angelic Alex Forster, the guest lecturer for that special lecture. Alex is young, athletic, and bespectacled. Maurice listened to him eagerly and finally made some points at the Q&A session about the relationship between exotic plants and fungi in Britain. Alex seemed impressed, and Kitty was happy to see her friend quite engaged. After the meeting, Maurice was surprised to see himself talking a lot with Alex and has interested Alex a great deal about his projects about diseases in plants. At the end of the lecture, Alex asked if anyone was interested in joining them at the pub. Alice, a professor in Garden history, and Kitty followed them. They had a nice chat for a while before Kitty and Alice left them alone at the pub. Maurice’s heart was beating fast as he saw Alex’s smile at him. He didn’t know that he turned quite red until Alex told him. He lied that it was the beer. Alex laughed. They talked a lot more, then took a piss, and left for home. Alex told him that their houses were quite close to each other, and then Maurice was enjoying his long walk home with Alex. As Maurice was walking in heaven, Alex said,
“Can I text you? I mean, we can talk more about plants,”
“Sure,” Maurice eagerly told Alex his number. Observing closely, Maurice could see Alex’s face turning red. Alex seemed to know that Maurice was looking at his face.
“Alex, your face,…”
“It isn’t the beer…” Alex smiled. “Ahhh…I’m quite busy at the moment. I have some unfinished work, but ….ahhh…if I were not busy, we could…have some drink at my house…and…you know…”
“It’s all right, Alex.” Maurice smiles, “We can talk about that tomorrow.”
Tomorrow was still another busy day, and yet Alex called him to his flat, to “have some drink”. They were both happy to learn more about each other. Alex visited his lab earlier this week, and now it’s Alex’s turn to bring Maurice to his world.
Maurice doesn’t tell Alex about one secret desire of his. He loves Alex, but he doesn’t reveal to Alex that he just wants to see Alex getting desperate. Alex’s beautiful body and amazing tool delight him a great deal, but he just wants to see more. He always observes Alex’s urination, and he is quite sure that Alex has such a large bladder. He doesn’t know how to talk about this. Yet, for Maurice, this is heavenly enough.
Now Maurice is sitting at the long table in Thorpe House, a Regency country house, of which the owner, Sir Clive Nashe, invites Alex and other historians to stay for a night in the style of the Regency. Maurice feels a bit out of place, but Sir Clive and Alex are kind enough to explain to him how to wear early nineteenth-century clothing. After wearing everything, he thought he was living in a period drama, like Pride and Prejudice.
The beautiful week of meeting and dating Alex can be destroyed in this evening. Maurice has seen dinner scenes in period dramas before, and thinks he knows that it can be large, yet he doesn’t expect tonight’s dinner to be extravagant and enormous. It is the feast of both the eyes and the stomach. Georgian people as rich as the Thorpes at that time might have eaten a great deal of food, especially on the night when they have to entertain their guests. In a large, handsome room, like this, guests might have enjoyed every meal and drink, like he does. It is such an exclusive night for an Master Degree botanist like him, and might have been an expensive experience if Sir Clive had not exempted all the fee for this experimental night for customers. Sir Clive is a great conversationalist, and he has great vision about the conservation of the trees within the areas of the house, as well as some community project concerning food production. Everything is enjoyable until he can feel the need to urinate.
Maurice has felt the need to urinate about an hour earlier, but he isn’t sure where he could relieve himself. Nobody seems to show their urge, and he doesn’t want to ask. He decides to wait until the feast ends. Alex is almost always talking to Sir Clive. Maurice knows he can hold for a while, but an hour passed with a large amount of liquid consumed, some of them alcoholic, Maurice couldn’t focus much on the conversation, as his brain is filled with the idea of desperation. Alex has to tap his arm to bring him to the conversation, because he keeps looking around for the toilet. He is told by Sir Clive himself that there are both modern public toilets and Georgian one beyond the corridor, where the visitors’ bedrooms are. Sir Clive also told them that there is also a facility inside the room, “but you have to take a good care of it yourself.” Some historians, Alex included, laughed when he said that, but Maurice wasn’t sure whether he knew what that meant
Maurice grits his teeth and is quite shocked to hear from a bearded handsome man, opposite Alex, saying, “let’s enjoy the syllabub, and give another toast to Pauline’s publication of The History of Vauxhall.” Pauline smiles shyly, as the bearded man tells everyone to toast for Pauline. Too many toasts. “Georgian upper-class people knew no moderation,” Alex told him on their way to Thorpe House. That’s why they are having gigantic feast, with toasts, after toasts, after toasts. Alex told him to stand up. The gravity worsens Maurice’s desperation. His bladder feels heavy. The sight of people pouring drinks into each other’s glass torments him. Maurice wants to grab his crotch very badly, but an old, respectable lady, even more respectable in Georgian dress, stands opposite to him. So, he grits his teeth, sighs as softly as he can, and joins in saying “Cheers!” to Pauline, who gracefully thanks people, especially William, the bearded man, her boyfriend. Pauline is giving her speech. Maurice can see Alex watching her enthusiastically, as he himself is disturbed by his own full bladder. It is going to overflow very soon if he cannot find spaces for him to excuse himself from the party. The syllabub is a desert, but it is a mixture of sweet syrup and cream, which adds up to his bursting bladder. Maurice thinks it might be rude to leave the food and drinks untouched after the toast (a thousandth time it seems!), so he consumes them painfully. He moans softly as he finishes the drink. He thinks he feels the warmth inside his urethra. The dam has burst.