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technician
Alley Cat’s story about her wet snow suit was great. More Please. Those
accident stories make this site the great place it is. It helps us all
feel less guilty about those times that we had in our past (and almost
everybody has had one) where we did the same thing. Keep on sharing them.

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Jen
I have a small question for everyone here. When I was young my parents
had a VERY lax view on accidents, they even encouraged several . I don’t
mean when I was 3-4 either, theyw were like this all the way till I moved
out. Basically what it boiled down to was if there was nothing more
important then I would/could use the bathroom otherwise I was to go in my
pants at there request. I remember one time we were at the mall shopping
then we had dinner in the foodcourt, as we finished I felt the need to
pee and poop and told my parents. They responded that they wanted to
leave and I should use my panties on the way home(thats what I did). Also
if we had company over and I was either in my room or I only had to poop
I was to go in my panties. If I was in the same room I was dismiss my
self go into the backyard pull down my pants (but not panties) and pee
there. That way there was no flushing sounds. They didnt even mind if I
was watching TV or playing games and just wet or messed! myself because I
didnt want to leave. Anyway back to my question does anyone know of any
possible bad side effects from this? Other then the fact that I still
will do this (minus the company thing) or the weakness of my control when
it comes to bathroom rituals. Please respond so I know what to lookout
for or possibly seek help for. I have many more stories if anyone is
interested too.

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Postman
To: John’s gal when you used to poop your pants at school, where did you
poop before cleaning up?

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FAT WOMAN
GRUNTLY BOGWELL-
So great to see you have returned!!! The forum was not the same without
you!! Let me know if you’d like me to post some of my stories!
Love, Fat Woman

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Arthur
Have any girls here used a urinal?And for the guys-If you suddenly were a
girl do you think you’d still use a urinal?Would anybody be upset if they
lost the ability to pee standing up?How many guys here think they’d try
to pee standing or use a urinal if they were girls?
I have a funny story about a urinal.Once my little cousin almost took a
dump in one.LOL.
Ross:I didn’t say it’s only vunerability just that it was one aspect not
the only or neccessarily the main aspect.

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Punk Rock Girl
Hello!

I had some major diarrhea yesterday. I ate an entire bag of dried
apricots by myself. Very bad idea. Within an hour, my guts were grumbling
and cramping up. I wen into the unisex and into a stall and pulled down
my pants and thong and relaxed. Luckily, I was alone. I let out a little
fart, then practically peed out of my ass for a couple of minutes. It was
really gooey and wet. When I was finally done, I wiped myself a lot, and
afterwards my ass was really sore. I decided to take my thong off, so I
took off my shoes, my pants and removed my thong. I put my pants and
shoes back on and stuffed my thong in my jacket pocket.

I had another bout of the shits a couple of hours later. This time I
borrowed a tube of cortizone cream from one the girls I work with, and
put some between my buns after I wiped myself. It helped a little.

I have, if I do say so myself, a really nice ass. It’s really bulbous,
and sticks out pretty far. I don’t have big hips, so all my extra female
fat goes into my butt. I like it, and my boyfriend likes it. But it also
has served me well in a few shit emergencies. If I really have to shit
and it’s threatening to come out in my pants, I’ve got an extra inch of
cheek to clench around it. If I have to wait to wipe my ass after
shitting, my buns act like a barrier between my pants and the “danger
zone”. And yesterday, my buns kept the cortizone where it was, so it
didn’t smear on my pants.

So you see boys, a woman’s ass, as cute and sexy as it may be, serves
many practical purposes as well. So be nice to your girlfriend, wife,
whatever, and pay more attention to her ass. We love having our tits
played with (well, I do anyway), but a good ass massage is awful nice,
too.

Peace everybody!

PRG

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Kathryn
My experience from the other day still has me amazed. I’m normally
chronically constipated. Ive changed my diet, I drink more water, nothing
matters. I’ve since developed a normal routine. Normally every day goes
as follows. I come home from work eat lunch, drink 2 glasses of water,
and go upstairs and give myself a plain water enema. Then I go and lay
down flat and massage my stomach. I then go to the bathroom and force out
a squirt of clear water followed by a small nugget. (even with the enema
I need to force everything out, if I don’t I won’t go at all, trust me
I’ve tried everything) Next is usually a few spurts of clear water
followed by a long skinny rope. I usually clean myself up and go lye down
again. Within a half hour I go back to the toilet and release a few more
squirts of water. Later that night I take my shower and a couple minutes
into it my stomach starts to cramp badly. I usually get a second warning
to get in position before diarrhea starts to dribble out! . At this point
the sickness has set in and the pains are unbearable. (all of the enema
water is out of me by now by the way) I squat down in the shower and let
the diarrhea dribble slowly out. The sickness is usually so bad that I
lay down on the tub floor and push. Usually I push twice each time an
explosion of diarrhea comes out of me and hits the other wall of the
shower. I clean myself up and finish my shower. If I don’t give myself an
enema I will not go for a week or 2 at a time. Once I do go, I have a few
episodes of diarrhea before the constipation starts again. Now you all
know why I enjoyed the other day so much!

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Aeriana
hi, yestaday i was back from a school camp and i was really constipated
and still am. i havent went for 1 week now and i feel horrible. anyway
i’ll tell you people what happened.

it was the second day and at about 6am i woke up with a slight urge to
poop. my friend cassandra(i’ll call her cass) told me that she was having
an awful stomach ache and told me to goto the latrine with her. she was
holding her stomach when we where heading over there. i could tell she
was desperate for poop.

when he walked into the latrine there was a line of 10 girls lining up
all looked desperate and was holding their stomach too. The toilet was
like a huge horizontal box with 4 large holes(for the butts). it really
stank in there and there were also no doors so we all could see the girls
sitting on the “box”. the 4 girls sounded like they were pooping too and
they were making really wet farts and long pieces of poop. after about 2
minutes one girl finished wiped and another girl took over. cass told me
she was feeling very unwell and could not hold any longer. about 1 minute
later a female counsellor in her early 20s came in. she realised that the
line of girls couldnt hold any longer so she told us to follower her.

she took us to a bushland which seems secluded and told us we could go
here. the first thing i saw was cass removing her pants and squatted then
immediatly let out a huge rush of diarrhea. then i saw the other girls
pulling their pants down and squatted. some were still shy but later they
did squatted. so i pulled my pants down and slowly squatted.to my suprise
the female counsellor was also pooping!! she had a really long poop rope
coming out of her butt. i strained a little and pushed out a fart. i kept
pushing but nothing came out other than big gas. there were all ready a
huge puddle of diarrhea under cass. her butt kept of squirting liquid
poop out. there were like 20 people pooping their guts out in the bush.
some girls had diarrhea but most of them were having normal poop and i am
sure that every single girl was pooping. after 10 minutes some girls
finished and they wiped with leaves then leaved. the counsellor was still
producing piece of poop onto her REALLY HUG! E pile. finally all the
other girls finished and left. the counsellor told us to go back to our
dorms when we finish then she walked away. cass said that she was feeling
very ill after she said that another gush of diarrhea came out along with
farts and she was finished. i still couldnt go and my butthole was on
fire. it pushed really hard and only 1 very small piece of poop came out.
but cass was in a worse condition, right after she wiped she stood up and
threw up for about 20 seconds. i could tell she was very ill and she
crying, so i got up and hugged her. then she said i am fine now, i felt
better after the diarrhea and throwing up. i felt better for her too
after that. so i just wiped and carried cass back to the dorm.

i wanted to clear this conspation badly, can anyone help? i really dont
want to use ememas or laxatives but i wanted to have the bad runs.

thanx
cya all, Aeriana.

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Gruntly Bogwell and Buzzy are my fave posters on here as they have such
good stories

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unhappy brother-in-law
Althea

I have IBS and have a history of constipation problems.I have been using
Senna as it works better than anything else. I have had a number of
embarrassing experiences but none that bad. I normally wear incotinent
pants after taking a laxative but forgot that day. I won’t forget again.
Thanks for the advice on eating salads.

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TV Fan
I have a question for anyone who watches all the Ally McBeal TV episodes.
As you know, this show probably has more bathroom scenes than any other
TV show in the US today. My question is this: does anyone remember any
episodes of this show in which a female character (mainly Ally, Nell,
Elaine or Ling) was shown in the bathroom, and it was obvious that she
was pooping? We’ve seen shows where females (including Ally) were sitting
on the toilet, and once Ally even got her butt stuck on the toilet, but I
could never tell whether the character was supposed to be peeing or
pooping. Can anyone remember an episode where the context made it very
clear that the woman was making number 2?

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Bryian
Hey every one….been home for like a week..i was off several days and i
had been out sick…a cold is going around i think…thats what i got
went to the dr. he said got a virus.

I’ve had several dreams latly….im dreaming stuff and its like im
farting in the dream. Then last night i dreamed i saw some woman and she
was squating down with her pants on and i went over to her and pulled her
pants down and saw her hole…i knew she was gonna give birth to a
monster log(like kim and scott)…i woke up and didn’t get to see it.

To CC: I liked your story….i thought for sure you were gonna say u had
an urge during the interview…how did it go?

To jim: Liked your story..ever go in the toilet?

To embarassed little boy: Liked your story

To kim and scott:Good story…liked it as usall..keep them up

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Linda
It was the trip that I had been waiting for all summer. Julie and Paula,
my two best friends, and I were going to Traverse City. The more exciting
part of this trip, however, was that Julie’s older brother and his two
friends were also going to be there. I had been infatuated with Greg ,
Julie’s neighbor, for almost two years and I couldn’t wait to spend a
week in Traverse with him.
The car ride to Traverse City was four excruciating hours long. I had
eaten Mexican food and had a stomachache for most of the ride. I was
extremely uncomfortable and sick, but I could not wait to get there
regardless of my intense pains. I would suffer through it for Greg. When
we finally got to Traverse we saw all the boys sitting on the front deck.
They were there with three other relatively attractive young ladies. I
will admit that at first, I was intimidated. The girls were all older
than I. They were drinking and doing things I thought were “cool” but had
yet to experience. I was only sixteen.
I decided to be brave and go outside to sit with them. After all, I had
come to entice Greg into falling in love with me, right? I confidently
strode out onto the deck and casually sat in a lounge chair draping my
feet over the arm of the chair. I sat there, like that, my feet swinging
and trying to act “cool and carefree”, for about ten minutes. But, no one
seemed to notice me and they were all sitting cross-legged, or feet
planted on the ground. I decided to go with another tactic: I swung my
feet around rather obnoxiously and was going to place them flat on the
ground – yet, I was interrupted by a large exploding sound! It sounded as
though a gun was shot. I was shocked, what caused this? As I sat there,
feet now planted, I realized that the gunshot was really a large,
unmistakable, smelly fart. My stomach felt much better. My ego did not.
I had farted probably the loudest fart anyone has ever heard. Seriously,
I have heard some vociferous, deafening, and thunderous farts in my time.
I have never heard anything like this. Not to mention the smell. Farts
are notorious for being smelly, this Mexican-food-lovin’ stink bomb was
so awful that even I gagged.
As a reader I can only imagine your reaction to this mortifying story. I
didn’t even get to say, “Hi, how are you?” to my crush before my anus did
the job. I can imagine that you are either laughing, feeling bad for me,
or wondering why in the world I decided to pick this subject to write
about: why do I was to tell you about the most embarrassing moment of my
life? My main reason is that farting should not be an embarrassing event.
It is not some sort of phenomenon that only happens to a select group of
people. There is no gene that says some people fart and others do not. It
is a medical fact that everyone farts. The cute guy in your Spanish class
farts. The beautiful girl in Ulrich’s behind the cash register farts.
Cindy Crawford farts. Bill Clinton farts. Even the Pope farts. In fact,
on average, a person produces about half a liter of fart gas per day,
distributed over an average of about fourteen daily farts (Lorenz)! Why
is something that happens to everyone in th! e world, fourteen times a
day, still this humorous? Farts are probably the universal, age-defying,
color-blind joke – no matter if you are 1 or 100, Black or White – farts
are still funny. Why? Because people consider it taboo. No one talks
about farts, but everyone farts. In order to fully exemplify how taboo
the fart is, let me continue with my Traverse City tale.
After the explosion, I began to laugh. Not just any laugh either. I was
hysterically laughing at my situation and myself. When I finally became
conscious of the fact that I was the only person laughing, I began to
laugh more. Did they not hear it? It was only the loudest fart ever. So I
said, “Did you guys hear that? I just farted!” No one even smiled. Nobody
responded to me. They were all so mortified and embarrassed for me that
they couldn’t even laugh at me. They all felt that bad. I found this
especially funny: I just farted and they are seemingly more embarrassed
for me than I am for myself. So I said, “What you guys have never farted
before?” Greg just looked at me, disgusted, and replied, “Girls don’t
fart.”
My story needs to come to a stop again to elaborate and expand on this
“Girls don’t fart” phenomenon. It appears to be an internationally
accepted fact that women – petite, cute and clean as we all are – are
incapable of farting. I would like to be the first women to proudly stand
up and admit that I do fart. I fart often. I don’t especially enjoy it,
however, I would much rather fart than endure the intense pains a
retained fart has the ability to cause. In truth, I did give men the
benefit of the doubt: perhaps my Traverse City friends were part of an
elitist, non-farting class of people. So I asked some other male friends.
In fact, I recently had a “Farting Convention” to fully investigate my
contemporaries’ views on farts. I separated the men and the women and we
talked for several hours. After two cases of Miller Light I finally
convinced about 15 male friends that girls do fart. But they refused to
agree with me that farting should not be taboo. Rather interestingl! y,
they decided that men are not only allowed to fart, but should be proud
of it. Women, on the other hand, should only fart when absolutely
necessary and in private.
My friend Greg would have blended in well with my fart-friendly U of M
pals. After his initial “Women don’t fart” maxim, we proceeded to get
into an argument. I told him we most certainly did and he just witnessed
it. He replied that we shouldn’t. I then looked to my friends, Julie and
Paula for help: I received none.
As a disclaimer, Julie and Paula are not bad friends. On the contrary,
they are amazing friends. They just felt so bad for me that they couldn’t
even respond. They just wanted me to shut up and forget about the whole
thing. I want the reader to know that they both fart. I have heard it and
smelled it before. Yet they sat there on that warm sunny Traverse
afternoon and denied farting because they boys were around. Once again, I
gave them the benefit of the doubt. They were younger and idolized these
men. They would probably agree with anything they said. So, I brought
this point up at the women’s segment of the Farting Convention. I was
again disappointed: my female friends claimed they all deny farting in
front of men. In fact, many of them never actually fart in the presence
of males. Amazingly, I had one Convention member endure intense stomach
pains before farting at a recent party. I recall the friend leaving the
party because she was “tired” only later to discover s! he was simply
gaseous. Women will suffer abdominal and intestinal pains in order to
mask to the world her need to perform a normal body function. This does
not even begin to include the psychological pain women endure. Imagine
this scenario: You are sitting in class and you have to fart. You try to
“hold it in” but the air bubble becomes unbearable. You have an
intolerable, yet perfectly natural, need to fart. You know you can’t move
because it will come out. You feel yourself getting red: does everyone
know you have to fart? Can they see you tensing up under the immense
stomach pressure? You hope it will pass. Sometimes it does. This time, it
does not. You know you can’t go to the bathroom because if you stand up
it will come booming out. You try to maneuver the Release Pressure Fart .
Hopefully you are successful, but usually not. The noise is not even the
worst part. It is the smell. Everyone will smell it and know it is you!
You can try the classic Fart-Denier tactic, “W! ho farted?” but that is
often a dead give away. Personally, I get tense just writing about this
experience. And to think it happens to every individual fourteen times a
day! The emotional and psychological stress our society has needlessly
created over an everyday, natural event is unreasonable to contemplate.
Furthermore, it hasn’t always been like this. In fact, Emperor Claudius
even passed a law legalizing farting at banquets out of concerns for
people’s health. And rightfully so! Holding in farts brings nothing but
negative repercussions. A Non-Farter can experience stomachaches,
constipation, or even pathological distention of the bowel. What is the
most peculiar is that the fart will have to come out at some point. The
gas continuously builds up, so even Non-Farters fart. In fact, their
farts are probably some of the loudest and biggest of all.
Many at the Convention offered up the objection that farts smell and it
is rude and discourteous to fart in front of others. As a refutation I
will discuss a similar marvel: defecating. This is another area in which
many men have little to no qualms about discussing their desires. Women,
unfortunately, are far more hesitant to discuss their need. In fact,
during the Convention I had members admit that they would not go to the
bathroom except in the privacy of their own home for fear of
embarrassment. Some even stated that they would hold it for as long as
possible on vacations. They would retain their excretion for days at a
time making themselves uncomfortable, sometimes constipated, and gaseous
rather than subjecting themselves to possible embarrassment. The women I
interviewed told me of “horror” stories in which they absolutely had to
excrete and they actually went into a public bathroom. During many of
these frightening tales the women described themselves sitting t! here,
on the toilet, trying to quickly go before they were “caught”. They often
were caught – or rather, another person entered the public restroom – and
the women talked of patiently waiting in a state of terror. They actually
used the word “terror”. Why are we terrorized about doing something so
natural? What are these women afraid of? The men had a completely
different way of reacting to excreting. They were very open about the
entire matter. Once again the men denied that women defecate. Although
the main focus of this social scrutiny is to illustrate the
ridiculousness in retaining farts to comply with society’s norms, I felt
the defecating example further illustrates humans, especially women’s,
hesitancy to act out on their needs and men’s denial of those needs.
Let me now return to my farting tale one last time. After the initial
flatulence, embarrassment, and female-flatulence denial, the Traverse
City boys became quite comfortable with my farts (it was a bad week and I
definitely exceeded 14 a day). Yet, I broke the “Farting Barrier” with
them. We became comfortable with each other. We could warn each other of
the upcoming fart, in case anyone wanted to leave the room. We all
confessed to our farts. It was a comfortable environment in which I felt
at one with my body and its needs. I have never again experienced this
relaxed of an atmosphere is with this last unfortunate and unsurprising
fact that I am calling for a Farting Revolution. I hope that one day, we
will all be able to admit to our farts and warn others. There will no
longer be Fart-Deniers. The SBD Club, Silent-But-Deadly, can be closed,
or rather renamed to SBD-BK, Silent-But-Deadly-But-Known. Farting can
become a serious competition. There are already extremely s! erious
farters, like The Bad-Ass-Farters. These are the people who run into the
room and proudly roar out of their anus in an explosive fit. This
minority takes pride in their ability. Why are the rest of us so ashamed
of our natural bodily functions? As Ben Franklins states in his book,
Fart Proudly, “Let every fart count as a peal of thunder for liberty. Let
every fart remind the nation of how much it has let pass out of its
control. So fart, and if you must, fart often. But always fart without
apology. Fart for freedom, fart for liberty…and fart proudly!”(Lorenz).
I know that the Farting Utopia I am requesting in which all can flatulate
without embarrassment or anguish is a lot to ask of a reader. It will be
difficult to be among the Farting Pioneers that are to lead this
revolution. However, without the Revolution we are doomed to forever hold
in our gas that causes us pain and psychological trauma. We are inhibited
by something natural because society has told us it is not good to talk
about. Everyone needs to be open with one another: Men, I commend you on
your past openness; yet, I reprehend you on your naïve denial of the
female anatomy. Women, I respect your kindness and ambition to control
things that are out of your control, but I am ashamed of your hesitancy
to accept your body in response to men and society.
Pioneers, I will not lead you blindly into an embarrassing state. I will
guide you through this. I will lead the Revolution with more conventions
offering possible reactions and refutations for you when you fart in
public. This essay may seemingly look as a ridiculous satire on society
and especially woman’s need to conform, however….

I am serious. Fart. Shit. And start laughing.

Linda

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unhappy brother-in-law
The first time I had an accident was at my wife’s summer cabin when I was
16.We were’nt going together then but her brother and I were good friends
and visited each other during the summer. There were no toilet facilities
in the cabin and the outhouse was about 300 feet back in the woods. I
became very constipated and my future mother-in-law gave me a large dose
of castor oil. There were two chamber pots in the cabin which were used
for emergencies. In the middle of the night I felt the first twinges of
movement. I couldn’t move. I knew I couldn’t make it to the out house and
I wasn’t sure of where the chamber pot was. My future wife and her sister
heard me fumbling around and got up to see what was going on. They lit
the two oil lamps in the kitchen and asked what was wrong. I was totally
embarassed and stood there in my underware trying to hold it in. I
finally told them what was wrong and asked about the chamber pot. They
went and got me the chamber pot but it was not qui! te in time. I did
some in my briefs and barely got them down in time to do the rest in the
chamber pot. The girls loved seeing me sitting there on the pot and were
ecstatic about watching me have to clean myself, although they did go out
to the pump and get me water. The next morning I was beet red as I
carried the chamber pot to the out house to empty it. That was my first
embarrassig moment with my future mother and sister-in-law. There have
been many since.

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Pico Tamale (The Butterfly)
Hey:
Jason, you are one lucky son of a gun! How often does Bridget poop? Have
any-idea? Does she go more than once a day? The woman that I am w/, now,
Denise, will not allow me to watch her. I already asked her,and she said
that “some things are not meant to be shared!” You can imagine
my-disappointment. Especially, since she is a fitness-model type, and we
go to the gym, and work out together. I asked her if we could go to the
toilets, together, and listen to each other, since the men’s and ladie’s
rooms are back to back. Just like the story from Buzzy, not too long ago,
when he did this w/ a lady that he sees @ his gym. She said “Hell-no!”
Ross, I agree w/ you, man. That would be my dream come true, man! I would
much-rather prefer the first-situation, to the second one. I would give a
pro-athlete’s “salary”, if I had one, to be in that position! I am
really-enjoying hearing about your teacher. She sounds like someone I
would really enjoy watching. Hey, I don’t eve! n get to watch my
own-girlfriend, someone who I would also really enjoy watching. Oh-well,
maybe one day she will forget to flush, or something (yeah-right!), and I
will be able to catch a glimpse of one of her “creations”, @ that-time.
Tell her “hi”, from Pico, will ya? Why don’t you suggest a buddy-dumping
session w/ her, next. One where both of you are on the can, @ the same
time, dumping. Either she in your lap (preferable), or you in her’s? Let
us know if you do, and, if so, how it went. Special hellos to
Bridget(Jason’s teacher), Roger&Angela, Jane, and Kathy(R.Jogger’s wife.
Where have you two been, lately, anyway?).

Until next-time,

Pico

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CC
PV – You mentioned the show ‘Fire’. I used to watch that show and I
remember one episode where one of the male fire fighters was on the loo
when the alarm bell went off! They showed him from the waste up reading a
magazine if I recall correctly.

Another sighting I had was on ‘Absolutely Fabulous’ last week. This is
the newest series. Edwina (Jennifer Saunders) was entertaining a male
guest in her bedroom. She walked into the ensuite bathroom to find Patsy
(can’t remember her real name!) on the toilet. Patsy gets up to get out
of view of the bedroom (and the male guest) and she gets into the bath
with a curtain around it. You see her squatting down and she says “I
haven’t exactly finished yet” so Edwina gets her the toilet roll.

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HI All again
Too Kendal thanks for that it was great,8 mins hey well thats because you
put in an extra effort for and i’m very greatfull.Thanks alot if you have
any stories that would be great if you want and don’t mind i’ll try to
think of some for you too in fact i’ll put one below about me.

To Jane wow you take so long it makes you late for class (loved your
story buy the way) does it always take this long and how long if you dont
ind me asking sounds impressive.
Too All I asked if anyone has habbits or storys about methods or attempts
or habits of drowning out noises please could i have responses it was due
to a Japanees invention i posted about designed to drown out noises.
A Quick hello to Jill HOPE THERE GOOD AND STINKY STILL GOOD HEALTH
Now a story it happened in SRi Lanka where toilet paper is a commodity
that you have to ask for. I had been there a couple of days wiyh my
freind visiting a sri Lanken freind of ours. I got the runs which in Sri
Lanka is no surprise.It first hit in the AA bar a bar for AA (you know
the car repair people )members and there guests. When the first wave hit
i rushed to the Gents which were filthy and rank smelling ( you know gag
the split second you walk in type stink) made worse by the open urinals
where the flow of wee from the urinal is through an open pipe, and the
cubicles (stalls for our American freinds)were in a terrible state but
there was nothing i could do but go so i droped my trousers as little as
possible and let out a torrant of diharrea already gagging from the smell
that was in there before which i was quickely making a damnsite worse.
Having finished can’t remember how long i took this was 1994 i found
there was no toilet paper just a bowl and a tap so relu! ctently as I was
very messy i filled the bowl with water which i poured into my bum as i
bent over using my hand ( this is how the locals do it). I managed to get
out without chucking up but it was close and i was suprised. After we met
up wiyh our local friends mates they took us to the international cricket
ground for drinks home end. Now i was told in advance that here you had
to ask behind the bar for tp ( i dont know if the visitors end is the
same probably not) so i hopped i’d be alright, no suh luck and it was all
i could do to get to the bar to ask for paper which i tried to do
discreetly, the bar man did not understand( either that or he was
sadistic)my Sri lanken friend saw my distress and said loudly laughing
(bashfullness and subtlety do not exist there) he neeeds toilet paper
he’s got the shits. So I said thanks a ******* bunch(well there’s kids on
this forum so i toned it down a bit) as i got to the so called toilet not
as bad as before but bad enough small an! d cramped aswell by the way it
was one toilet stall no urinals one toilet that was it,the lock on the
door had come off and the door didn’t shut properly so i crouched with my
leg against the door my leg getting cramp spasms and as i was there a
long time every ow and then stoping some opening the door which was hard
as most kept tryng not getting the fact the toilet was engaged by the
resistence on the other side.Twice resistance really was futile as 2
people got in many people saw me and laughed probably because i was
embarrassed ( how do you embarrass a Sri Lanken cause i’m buggered if i
know?).The runs carried on into Singapore that part iv’e posted about
already, it’s ok though i laugh about it now, you need a good sense of
humor with Srilankens but there great and i had a great time.
Well sorry it was a long one tonight take care London Lad
p.s hope you all liked my story especially Kendal and Andrew

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Rizzo
Hi, all you valiant toileteers!
I have been less busy this week; good.

JEFF A. Are you Ok?
Dear INA, are you still with us? Any more standing pee stories?
TIM and SARAH, how are the two of you getting along?

MICKEY, great family wee by the roadside! Please post again!

KIM and SCOTT what a buddy dump! You must have one of those long toilet
bowls for you to be able to get your logs to fall in and not miss!

Hi PUNK ROCK GIRL! I like the way you wrote that the pros and contras of
being a woman or a man eventually even out. You sound like a very mature,
matter of fact, down to earth no nonsense girl. Although you described
yourself as a goth chic with long dark hair, tatoos, piercings, the
works, in my imagination looking exotic and as fragile, tall and as
austere as a gothic cathedral, you, like such an edifice, seem to me
resilient and built on solid foundations. And I do like your posts!
Now having mentioned piercings…..
Would you believe that I once suggested to my father-in-law to have his
ears pierced? It came about like this:
My wife and I had taken her parents for a sail. It got rough outside the
harbour, and I asked if my in-laws were feeling all right. Yes, they
answered, perfectly OK. It was not much later that my father-in-law
suddenly leaned his head over the side of the boat and vomited his
breakfast coffee and rolls to the fishes! He held his hand with his
fingers spread open in front of his face to catch his dentures, which
flew out of his mouth, dislodged by the sour surge of his “technicolour
yawn”. Later, back in calm waters, after he had recovered somewhat, I
suggested he had his ear lobes pierced. Then he could wear his upper
false teeth attached to a little gold chain which would lead out of the
corner of his mouth to one ear, the lower false teeth the same way to the
other ear via the other corner of his mouth. In case of him having to
throw up, his dentures would remain dangling from the ears on each side
of his face – he would never again have to fear losing them.
He is a good man, he laughed heartily at my suggestion.

GRUNTLY BOGWELL, what a surprise to find a gorgeous peeping episode by my
favourite author of voyeuristic short stories! Great to see you back
after you had announced that you would leave us! I sincerely hope that
your exciting contributions will appear from time to time in future…

BIGD, I quite agree with you, a bidet with or without sprinkler is by far
better than wiping with just paper. Especially on the day after having
enjoyed hot Mexican or Thai or Indian or whatever food. Warm water is
soothing. On such occasions it caresses my inflamed hole rather than
rasping it even more sore.

Hello LAWN DOGS KID, good to see that you still manage to spare some time
for us. Poor Ellen suffering from the puke’n’poo bug! Isn’t it strange,
that when you see someone vomiting, it makes you feel sick too? It
happens to me just like it did to you when Ellen vomited all over you.
Funnily enough I only feel sick by just looking when on land. When on the
boat, it does not affect me as much. That may be because I am the one who
unually does the cleaning up on board the boat, because I am the one who
has never become seasick …. so far – I sometimes question myself if my
luck will hold! So Ellen was thrilled to bits by my little message just
for her, was she? She was meant to be! I wanted to make her curious
enough for her to make the effort to read it herself.
It seems that Ellen is literally quite attached to Kendal for you to have
to prise her off! Seeing your new little sister being taken care of by
your cousin should give you some moments of respite, if you want it to be
so. Love to you from Rizzo.

Hi KENDAL, dearest on-line niece! You are becoming auite experienced in
cleaning up sick little girls. Then it was Emily, now Ellen.
It is certainly not only London Lad who enjoyed your detailed poo on the
toidy! Great style you have developed! Must be the practice you get here
😉
Thanks for your gentle hug! My back is fine again, if I do not lift
things that are too heavy and with my back bent. As long as you poo
regularly, you will not become too heavy, I hope. Puzzled? Just read
Alana’s last story and you will know what I mean. On the other hand, you
are still growing to become a bigger girl than you are now; so I promise
to take extra care to be able to give you big lift-up hugs in future too.
So here’s a test hug to see if I am ok again…….Uhhhhhnnngggg! (no, I
didn’t poo, it’s just that you must have grown bigger in the meantime,
even if your sky blue dress still fits you!) Ah! I think it should do!
Love to you from your Uncle Rizzo, and I hope that you will be spared the
barfs and runs Ellen had.

Hello ROBBY, thanks for enquiring about my wife; she is fine.
If you ever manage to video Meghan playing her cello while enthroned on
the porcelain bowl, do not forget the sound effects! A tiled bathroom
should give super echoes! If she feels a bit embarassed about this, let
her wear one of those Venetian masks to wear, so no-one will recognise
her! Cheers to you my dear friend, Rizzo

Hi ANNIE, dear, your story of the cheerleaders getting the shits made me
laugh! That must have truly been fast food in every sense of the phrase!
Love to you from Rizzo

Hi LOUISE, so your bath tub is of the corner version in order to fit four
(apalling spelling in my last post to you; was I thinking about
fourskins? LOL) So your bladder fits 1.2 litres. I think you had
mentioned that before. It probably fits more, but 1.2 litres is the
filling which will finally trigger your squeeze out muscles so much, that
it becomes impossible to hold on longer I suppose. I think that I would
be on the verge of wetting myself at half that amount. I once peed into a
half litre bottle in my private office toilet (I do not have that job
anymore; the toilet including the rest of the premises have been sold)
when I really needed to pee after a good amount of coffe in the morning.
I filled the bottle, stopped, poured it out, and managed to fill it half
again. That makes 0.75 litres of very urgent pee. But at the time when I
had had my appendix removed, I had difficulty in peeing; I just felt
painfully full without needing any effort to “hold” it in. It to! ok a
long time to start, then I filled the bed bottle quite far up to the
neck, and I think that those bed bottles hold 1.5 litres. So I, too, must
have had about 1.2 litres in there. You say your flow rate is 40 cubic
cintimetres per second. That would be your maximum, I suppose. A good
gusher for certain. But on the other hand, if it takes you about 100
seconds to pee 1.2 litres, the gusher would be a thinner stream on
average when the bladder sort of “gathers up its folds” as it contracts.
Anyway, I always enjoy to read your pee escapades. Love from Rizzo

ALLEY CAT, I certainly do wish to read more of your stories!

JASON, great story of Bridget giving you such a show. You’re one lucky
guy!

A HUMILIATING REVENGE, it sure was! That must have been awful for, but
soooo good to read!

LILLY MOON, could that flattened shit have been one that had escaped into
the panties, been squashed flat, and then shaken out into the toilet?

CC, that job interview must have been the laxative!

UPSTATE DAVE, I liked your story of Marty and Nachelle having their first
buddy pee in the wild.
OK, so here’s another boat story:
This happened a long time ago, when I took part in a sail training
programm. We were on an excursion under sail with four sailing yachts of
about six tons displacement each. It was my first trip as skipper on
board something bigger than an open sailing dinghy, because the others in
my group had only faint notions about boat handling and sailing. Today
this is called flotilla sailing. With me on board were three other young
men: Roly was chubby, freckled and with stubbly short fair hair. He
immediately admitted to know next to nothing about sailing, so I asked
what he could do. Mix the drinks, was the answer. OK, so we had a barman,
a very important person 🙂 Beppo, tall, thin and dark haired volunteered
to do the cooking, and small and wiry looking Mark wanted to have a go at
navigation; but secretly I decided to navigate in parallel myself, just
in case he goofed, because I was responsible for the safety of
everybody’s lives and for the boat.
So the four boats set sail and drifted more than sailed with a very weak
breeze towards our destination for the day. Soon we had our jumpers off
because the sun became quite intense. We were all unanimous that it was
time for our barman to demonstrate his skills! We had seventy proof vodka
(!!!), blended Jamaica rum and orange concentrate as well as coke and
beer. We in the cockpit called for vodka-orange juice in tall glasses,
and these were duly handed out to us from the galley-cum-bar down below.
Aaaah! To a successful trip! I took a mouthful, turned my head, and spat
everything vehemently over the side! ‘Byurghgh! Roly, report on deck
immediately! What is this stuff? Look! There over the side! Even the
jellyfish are fleeing!’ Indeed they were. Because the boat was almost
motionless in the water due to a momentary failure of the breeze,
yellowish clouds of orange, the remains of a mouthful of that vile
cocktail, could still be seen next to the boat. The sea was full ! of
thousands upon thousands of jellyfish – from two inches across to larger
specimens of ten to twelve inches. All transparent with softly pulsating
canopies, each showing four round pale rings. Some of these had folded
the rim of their canopies upward, like an umbrella turned inside out by a
gust of strong wind, after encountering the rest of my drink, and were
disappearing into the murky depths. Roly had mixed the orange concentrate
and the vodka at a ratio he called fifty-fifty. No water! Well, another
glass for each one of us and a big jug of water was passed up on deck to
dilute the stuff. It was such a pity to throw it away. So we sipped our
drinks, now passable in taste and lazed in the sun.
It didn’t take long before Beppo started to look around and to fidget.
‘Which one of you can remember how the loo works?’ ‘It’s called the head
and not the loo, and why don’t you just pee over the side?’ That was
Mark. ‘The people on the beach over there do not know your name; so who
cares.’ OK, Beppo got up, so did Roly and Mark. I took the helm because I
knew how to manoeuvre under sail in case anything happened. The three
walked forward on the side away from the populated beach, turned to the
sea, fumbled with their zippers and soon the first arcs of pee splattered
into the water. ‘Hold your fire – uh – I mean hold your water! Look, the
jellyfish are sounding when you pee on them!’ came one of their voices.
Soon they were all three of them scampering from one side of the boat to
the other, releasing a quick squirt of pee here, and another spurt there,
trying to make as many jellyfish dive as possible. In between the spurts
they were holding their willies in front of t! hemselves with one hand
and using their other to steady themselves when they moved around the
deck, dodged under the mainsail boom or looked out for the next target.
Their antics reminded me of the goings on in the monkey’s cage at the
local zoo after a warden had handed out some bananas. Soon the boat began
to rock, the sails to flap. ‘Hey guys, look over there! In front of us!
It is an enourmous one! It will need a broadside to sink it!’ This was
immediately followed by them lining themselves up in a row along the
lifelines; it happened to be the side facing the beach. ‘We’ll let go
when I say fire! Steady your aim, wait, wait, let it come closer, OK,
FIRE!’ Three arcs of pee plunged seawards. With a cheer the three of them
shuffled along the side deck, peeing all the time, to keep up with the
target drifting past. They had to stop at the foresail sheet winch. I
looked over the side; indeed, there was a big one about two feet across,
of a dull orange colour, its canopy fli! pped upwards and already seeking
to get away into the safe depths.
With a noise like someone clearing their throat with their head in a
metal bucket our VHF radio came to life. It was the flotilla leader. He
was calling us. What were we up to? Why were our sails flapping? Did we
have any problems? Answer: no, we were just having a little competition
as to who could sight the biggest jellyfish. We were to stop such
nonsense and concentrate on keeping the boat under way in this weak
breeze. (We had no engine, only the flotilla leader’s boat had one)
Whew! A good thing that the flotilla leader’s boat was further out, on
the off-side to our last effort, and that he had not seen our ‘broadside’
through his binoculars!

Peaceful toilet sessions to all, Rizzo

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Louise
PV – Hi girl! I will have to write a proper letter tomorrow or
Friday because I am very busy this evening. I have 5 minutes and
then I have to go.
Hey that hot weather will give you excuses to wee in funny places
won’t it? LOL
I know what you mean about the grids in front of the wall urinals
and wearing heeled shoes. I like heeled shoes and it would be
hard for me to stand with confidence that I would not get my heel
stuck!
Hehehehe I do not think the guys are silly enough to let their
willies slip out of their fingers and spray the floor. I think it
is just a bit of untidy weeing and stepping back from the urinal
before they have finished. It is like too much trouble just to stay
standing there until they have finished dripping it all. Yeah,
you are so right. I mean I stay still until I have properly
finished and you do too. Men should have more patience and just
finish weeing properly before stepping back.
Yeah that show was called “Fire”! Yeah that’s it. Yeah I just
remember one bit when it showed this girl’s bare bum in the shower
and one of the guys just stood there having a chat with her. It
just made me think the toilets may be the same sort of thing. It
is an exciting thought.
Yeah I bet we would look very good together in our dresses weeing
against the wall. I do like wearing heels and with them on I look
nearly 6 feet tall really so I hope I would not make you look
little. Well it would help me wee higher up the wall wouldn’t it?LOL
I have been doing some more modelling of lingerie, bras and knickers,
that sort of thing. Really nice but sexy things to wear, just what
I like wearing myself really. It may be I will do more because I
am with an agency now because they liked me.
I will have to tell you about the other thing I have been doing as
well in my next letter.

Love,

Louise.

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)Plunging Plop Guy

Hi, Everyone,

I reported my constipated shit the other day, and wondered why it was
like that. The next day, it was a bit easier but I had to go four times
that day, and usually quite urgently.
Then yesterday, I went five times, very urgently, and my anus was very
sore again.
Today; a constipated shit, that was again slightly painful, and when i
finished there was blood.
Fortunately, I think I know why all this is happening; I was prescribed a
course of antibiotics a few days ago, and this is a side effect.
The same thing happened about 3 years ago, imediately after a course of
anti-biotics, so it seems more than coincidence.
Has anyone else experienced pronounced bowel changes when prescribed
drugs, and has it usually settled down soon afterwards?
When it happened before, I made the mistake of exacerbating the problem
by increasing my fibre intake to such an extent I was almost unable to
pass this soft shit, as I’ve mentioned before, so any similar experiences
people might share would be appreciated.

JIM, Interested to read how appreciative you are of this forum and that
you actually said it had changed your life.
I almost used the same phrase, but thought it might sound corny, but yes,
it has had a big efect on my life!
I found this particular site by accident, having seen a recommendation by
someone on another toilet site, and I had to pinch myself to make sure I
was really reading the sort of thing I had long hoped for!
I kept reading all these posts from people, many of whom were actually on
an identical wavelength as myself.
I hope you feel, as I do, that this is a community that is both very
supportive, and where so much that many of us have had to keep quiet
about for so long, can be shared and give much pleasure and interest to
so many others.
I would love to be able to meet everyone here in person, and there’s a
lot of guys here I’d love to be shitting with, and be able to talk with
as though I’d known you all for years, but that is the one thing we are
unable to do. Anyway, with our anonymity, is our safety and security from
those who might identify us, so hope you will continue feeling at home
here.

Something I thought interesting on an ad. on TV today was where David
Beckham, the footballer is talking to his wife and she says “You did
really well today!” He replies, “I was only of for ten minutes.”
Naturally, I imagined what it was that he might have been “on” for ten
minutes!

Pleasant and healthy toilet sessions to you all! P. Plop Guy

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Robby
Hi Toidyteers!
Annie is at school and I am sitting here with my assistant and friend
Barbara. She is still amazed at the stories that are posted on here.
We have a story from our trip to Canada. We were in our hotel and decided
to go to dinner. The restaurant was very elegant so, of course, we had to
dress(formal). We were joined by a society leader and her husband. Late
in the dinner she and Barbara excused themselves to “powder their noses”.
Take it away Barb! I’m Barbara – When she and I reached the toidy we went
into adjacent stalls. I had on a long dress so I had to gather all the
material over my ????. I heard this terrific rumbling next door and there
was an explosion of farts and plops. The woman started moaning. I
crouched over, did a little fart, and a nice piece came out. Meanwhile
next door, the other woman was starting her second wave of farts and
plops. It really started to stink in there. I had to get out so I peed
and wiped. I told her I would meet her in the toilet lounge. She just
whimpered. The ladies in the lounge and I were serenaded by farts and
plops for the next 5 minutes. She finally came out loo! king just as
regal as she had gone in. A little paler! Geez, I can’t believe I just
told that! Hope you like it. Now back to Robby

DEAR KENDAL AND ANDREW: What a marvelous minute-by-minute fart, wee, and
plop story. You are such an entertaining writer, Kendal! An instant
replay for London Lad! Aunty Annie read it before she left for school and
loved it. I will save it for Meghan when she arrives. Both you and Andrew
write so well. Barbara agrees with me and says hi! I am proud. 3 loos in
the house. At least you have an “escape” route to each loo!!
I hnow you both did well on your half term exams. By-the-way, Sarah sends
her love and she misses both of you. Give a hug to ELLEN for us! She is a
jewel. Take care! Lots of Lovexxxx and big hugs, Uncle Robby and Barbara

DEAR LOUISE AND STEVE: Ha, you had better cook him something good. A man
can’t perform well on an empty stomach,LOL!! So, you are modeling again,
Louise? You must give Steve…..oh well,LOL!! I want to tell you that Sue
had a potty chair that is taken on camping trips. On one of these trips,
she had to poo and proceeded to wade right into the water, set the chair
down, and plop her bottom down on the seat. Mind you, this was in plain
sight of 10 campers. She bore down and shit started coming out of her
arse. All this time she was reading the racing forms,LOL! The people were
either stunned or transfixed. It was bloody amazing. Now, Annie wants to
wee in the shower for a virtual audience. I will let you know. Take care,
you two!! Lovexxx Robby (and Barbara)

DEAR PV: Hi gal!!! So, it is getting warmer, huh? Aren’t you on the
beach? If Annie has anything to say she would tell you that us blokes
don’t aim. We just swing our willies ever such way!! She says she is
careful when she uses a urinal! I wonder if the lady who won the gold
medal for the Aussies in Arials wees standing up? She might be a bonafide
WSPCer. We think you are special, too!! Lovexxxxx Robby (Annie and
Barbara)

TODD AND DIANA: Good to hear from you. Yes, we are doing just fine.
Congratulations on the twins. I know you will find them a joy through the
years. We still read on the toidy. I read the paper or mag. Annie reads a
book(John Grisham). We don’t know what the girls do now. Keep with us! We
enjoy you! Lovexxxx Robby (and Annie, Barbara)

JANE AND GARY: Hi folks! That was a “whopper” of a cheerleading story. If
you will read our last post, there is a story about Sarah on one of her
cheerleading trips. It seems that cheerleaders have the loudest and
biggest poos. We know this from what KIM experiences. We enjoy you lots!
Lovexx Robby(Annie and Barbara)

DEAR INA: Hi sweetheart! Here is a designing project. The ultimate loo.
Lavish in its ornate fixtures and walls. Alabaster and marble. I’ll let
you take it from here. We hope you are ok. We hope to hear from you,
soon. We also hope your poos are not painful now! Lots of Lovexxx and a
hug, Robby (Annie and Barbara)

DEAR RIZZO: Hello, my dear friend! Hope your back is better. When are you
leaving for the mainland? Meghan is lurking into other toidy sites. I
told her to be selective and not get into the really nasty ones. Sarah
sends her love. My wees and poos are dreadfully regular. A ruddy
bore,haha! Write when you can. Lots of Lovexx from Robby(Annie and
Barbara)

LINDAGS: Hi there! Glad to see you back. What a story. Funny, too!!
Sarah, Meghan and Annie send their love! Lovexx Robby(and Barbara)

Barb is telling me tis time to get back to the job!

GREETINGS TO: Rjogger and Kathy, Dear Tim and Sarah-hi there!, Carmalita
and Jake, Pat, Renee, Nu, Kim and Scott, Bryian, Adrian, Ephermal, Adele,
Erin, Meredith and MANDY, Upstate Dave, Plunging Plop Guy, Althea, Aaron,
Jeff A, Melanie, Mayla, Alley Cat, Gruntly Bogwell-great to hear from
you! David and Niki, Elena, Ellie and Little Lou-hope you are still there!

CHEERS TO ALL!!!

ROBBY

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Eleanor
Dearest Kendal and Andrew,
I’m doing absolutely fine, and my brother really has been as good as gold
to me ever since that day. If anything, he is the one going through the
wars now. His so called mates aren’t interested in him anymore since he
can no longer lay on his little sister for a peep show on the toilet !
But as he says, he can do without mates like that, and I am so glad to
have back the good and kind brother I used to have. In fact, he was going
to post here about our talk, but I stopped him. I thought it might
provoke an adverse response from all the kind people who looked after me
here. But then, perhaps I should have let him. It would certainly have
been interesting to see responses, and what he had to say for himself. I
was completely gobsmacked when I read your latest post ! I couldn’t
believe you had the nerve to write and tell London Lad all about that wee
and poo you had, just like he was there watching you. I nearly died.
There’s no way I could do that. I still think its kin! d of private you
know. However, I suppose I could tell you about the first time I went to
the toilet for a poo after my brother and I had talked. It was the next
day, and no one was in the house when I got home. I dashed for the
bathroom as this one had been “cooking” all afternoon ! I think it must
have been like Linda GS’s, very long and smooth, and it was very
satisfying having it, until I heard the front door open. Then the poo
just stopped in its tracks. In the house on my own, I hadn’t even shut
the bathroom door, and with a long length of poo hanging out my bottom, I
couldn’t get up to shut it. I cringed and waited to see who I would be
exposed to now. But fortunately, it was only my brother. And really it
was quite funny. He rushed up the stairs, and stormed into the bathroom
(desperate for a wee) and found me sitting on the toilet. He nearly
jumped out of his skin, was so apologetic, explaining that he hadn’t
meant to see me on the toilet, and then, and this was so! cute, he closed
his eyes tight shut, walked backwards to the door, and pulled it shut
behind him so I could see that he genuinely hadn’t meant to look at me.
What a dear ! And especially as it was completely my fault for leaving
the bathroom door open !! I hope you and Andrew are well, and are having
fun and games on holiday. Its half term in Lincoln as well. By the way,
my Dad has just had an interview for a job. He will hear in a couple of
days if he has got it or not. But if he does, it will be in Devon !! I’m
not sure I really want to move from Lincoln, but it would be kinda cool
to think that I would be living somewhere closer to you and Andrew.
Still, he might not get it. Anyway, bye for now, and I’ll come back soon.
I love having you two as my friends. Lots of love, Eleanor xxxxxxxxx

Also, just to say a special hi to Steve and Louise. You’ll see from what
I’ve written above that things are now fine for me. I won’t ever forget
how kind you two were to me. Nor everyone else who took the time to write
to me as well. Love Eleanor xx

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