I found a huge gift in the workshop… and a note attached to it that almost left me breathless: Open only when you're wet. Do you know how it made me feel? My Levi's jeans became tighter, warmer... and my fingers began to move on their own over the fabric. I touched my denim, trembling, gasping, feeling how the sentence was throwing me out of control. I tried to hold on... but I couldn't. My body decided for me. I peed in my Levi's, soaking them slowly, letting the heat run down my legs as the liquid fell to the floor. Do you want to see how I open the gift now that I'm completely wet?
