[Contains female desperation, wetting, shower and bed peeing and lesbian themes, inspired by a post elsewhere on the forum. Warning: this is a slow burning story … but on the plus side, it is illustrated. Some names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent.] I still don’t really know how he managed it. I think it might have been through a friend who’d been in the business, but I don’t really care. All I can tell you is that it was probably the best birthday present I’ve ever had.