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PANEL ONE: MARK has a guilty kid look on his face, blushing furiously.

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Of course my face said it all. I had peed my pants, right there at the table.

PANEL TWO: PAUL smiles knowingly and pours more pop into MARK’s glass.

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But Paul just smiled and refilled my glass. And told me to keep playing.

PANEL THREE: MARK buries his nose in a rulebook, hiding his shame.

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What could I do? We resumed the game, and I found that playing helped take my mind off of what had just happened. I was able to think of other things.

PANEL FOUR: MARK and PAUL face each other when they stand up, wet stain facing wet stain. They make eye contact; girlfriend and Dad aren’t looking at anyone.

NARR:
Before I knew it, we were finished for the evening. We stood up from the table. Paul was soaking wet, just like me. And once again, neither his Dad or his girlfriend said anything about it.

PANEL FIVE: PAUL looks over his shoulder at MARK as they tidy up the table together.

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As we cleaned up, Paul caught my eye and gave me that weird little smile of his that said he knew he had me right where he wanted me. (Paul is looking side-eye over his shoulder)

PANEL SIX: PAUL smiles and his pants sag hugely under the weight of a heavy mess.

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And then suddenly… while I was watching… he messed his pants. (view of Paul from behind)

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