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PAGE SEVEN

PANEL ONE: PAUL looms over MARK, uncomfortably, intimately close.
NARR:
His eyes never left mine; after he stopped wetting, he stepped closer to me. Loomed over me is more like it.

PANEL TWO: MARK is blushing, hot, starting to sweat, and yet has a look of understanding.

NARR:
My heart started racing, I felt my face getting hot, that panicky feeling started to set in, and I just suddenly felt like I knew what I had to do.

PANEL THREE: MARK looks down at himself as he wets his own pants. It’s as if he’s interested in watching it happen, like it’s some fascinating scientific occurrence.

NARR:
It was half by instinct, half on purpose, but I just started pissing in my pants right where I stood. It didn’t make any sense, it just seemed like I HAD to. It was like half of me couldn’t help it and the other half didn’t want to bother trying to fight it.

PANEL FOUR: MR. STEPANOV walks into the laundry room; PAUL and MARK are facing each other, both in wet pants, with PAUL smiling and MARK looking up at him as if for approval.

NARR:
I stood there in my pissy pants, with him smiling down at me, when Mr. Stepanov walked in to call Paul in for supper.

PANEL FIVE: MR. STEPANOV smiles like his son has finally made a friend.

NARR:
Mr. Stepanov could plainly see us both standing there in wet pants, but he didn’t comment on it. All he said was:

MR. STEPANOV:
Good to see you boys getting along so well.

PANEL SIX: PAUL puts his arm around MARK, both of them facing MR. STEPANOV in wet pants. PAUL speaks.

NARR:
Then Paul asked:

PAUL:
Pops, can my friend come for supper?

MR. STEPANOV:
Sure.