Michelle's Iron Bladder - The Art Gallery Date
Background: Mark and Michelle have already been on several dates, during which he has noticed her impossibly large and strong bladder. She declines to use the bathroom most of the time, instead choosing to hold it because that's simply what she always does.
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A few days after their movie date, Mark received a Facebook invite to Michelle's gallery open day. He immediately gave her a call, suggesting that they meet for breakfast before heading over to the gallery. He was excited to see her artwork, and looking forward to getting to know her even better. She agreed to breakfast, although her tone came across as rather irritated and she hung up the call after a very brief conversation; Mark hoped he hadn't done something to upset her.
When the day of the gallery show came, Mark was up bright and early and ready to see her. They met at the same coffee shop as their first date, and she was already waiting for him with a spread of toast, pastries, and coffee on the table. Michelle was dressed much more formally this time, with a clean well-fitted white blouse and professional slacks that hugged her curves. She seemed in a much better mood than when they had spoken on the phone, which Mark was grateful for.
Mark enjoyed the pastries, and they went back for additional servings of the croissants and coffees several times before they finished their breakfast. They chatted about the movie they had seen last week, and other movies they both enjoyed, for about an hour before Michelle announced that they had better head over to her gallery. Mark's bladder was full of coffee and he quickly excused himself to the toilet, but noted that Michelle again decided to forgo the bathrooms, instead using the time to tidy the table and scroll on her phone.
Michelle's gallery was just a short way down the road, but since they were already running a bit late they decided to take Mark's car. Once they arrived at the gallery, he noticed that there were already people queuing outside to be let in -- this surprised him, because he had figured that Michelle was more of an 'underground' artist, not the kind of artist with people lining up to view her work. Michelle greeted all of the patrons and unlocked the gallery, letting them in to wander and view her art.
This was the first time he had seen any of her paintings, so Mark was curious to explore as well. She offered him a tour of the building before setting him loose in the gallery, so that he would easily be able to find her again when he was ready. The building had the main gallery at the front, which contained a large room filled with her artwork -- mainly paintings, but also some small clay and wire sculptures.
Through a small door in the back wall, they came into a short hallway with a room on either side. The left door opened into a small storage room totally jam packed with canvases and buckets of paint. On the right was Michelle's work room: a couple of in-progress paintings were positioned around the room, and a paint-splattered desk contained stacks of papers and paintbrushes. There was a small couch and coffee table area crowded in the back corner with a large water cooler bubbling quietly next to it.
'You can go and have a look at the art now, if you like. I'll be out in the main room chatting to customers for most of today, but if you can't find me I'll be in here taking a break.'
He headed back out into the gallery, and spent an enjoyable couple of hours perusing the artwork. While he was there, several customers bought art pieces. He particularly liked a series she had done with watercolour, focused on local beaches and lakes. He debated buying some for himself, but thought that might seem like he was trying too hard.
Lunch time rolled around, and his stomach started to growl. He hunted around for Michelle and found her chatting to a customer.
'Hey, how's it going? Awesome art, by the way. I'm thinking of popping down the road to Burger King to grab some lunch, can I get you anything?'
'Oh, hi. Yes please, just some nuggets and a Coke. I just need to ring up this customer, but I'll meet you in the back room to eat shortly.'
Just as Mark was heading out of the room, he felt a twinge in his bladder. He turned and raised his voice a little so that Michelle could hear him.
'Sorry, Michelle, just before I go -- where's the bathroom?'