You are barely able to make it to the toilet, leaking just a tiny bit into your underwear before you slam your bottom down on the toilet seat and with no delay, release with a heavy but relieved sigh.
"God damn. That...was too close," you pant.
While you perform your business, Julia catches up and knocks on the bathroom door, leaning close to the door. "Hey there kiddo, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I am. It was a close one, but I made it."
Julia stiffs a chuckle. "As a reward for finishing the race, come down for some cookies, kay?"
"Very funny," you draw but then continue in an uplifted tone, "...but I will never say no to your cookies, Aunt Julia."
"I thought so. Don't take too long then or else they'll lose their warmth!"
She proceeds back to the kitchen leaving to yourself to finish. When you think about it and it may just be your imagination, but it seemed that Julia was driving much slower than usual.
After cleaning up, you come back to the kitchen. You can't help but grin like a child when you see the hot plate of cookies. Reaching out one and taking a bite, you taste something different in the chocolate chips.
"Oh! Did you buy some different chocolate chips or something? It's quite good!"
Julia finishes washing some dishes, which isn't much since she's single. She gives a delighted smile to hear that you noticed the difference.
"I actually made the chocolates myself! Glad you like it!"
"Really?" you ask, raising your eyebrows surprised that she took on that effort, "...how did you make it?"
Her smile turned a bit slyly as she winks. "That's a secret, kiddo."
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