The wet reception

[Enkil]

The Wet Reception.

Weather report calls for rain.. somehow the floor was already wet before it began.

A bit of cheeky fun in this story. Hetero/Drunk/Desp/Omi/wetting/romance/seduction
I suppose it should be dedicated to one "Kattie Gold" since she pretty much matches freckle for freckle the fictional character in this story.


Intro:
Andy's Uncle Tas had a definite type. Irish looking red heads. He had spent 6 years married to one until he had lost her due to some unsuspected medical complication a few years ago. Thanks to also being fairly wealthy(on top of her life insurance) he spent most of his time afterwards having very little difficulty finding more of this type to "console" himself with.

In the three years since - he had dated a parade of them.. helped in part by meeting her younger sister (his sister in law) at the funeral, who was very much alive; just as red headed, and equally in need of comfort. The pair of them had spent all summer loudly "comforting each other" so the story went. It probably helped she had fancied him since her sister married him.. although back then it was little more than a teenage infatuation. It helped even more she was single and he was wealthy. It hadn't lasted beyond the summer; money is only interesting for so long.. and she was modestly well off herself and having finally sated her infatuation got bored with him quickly. By all reports she met someone more interesting shortly after summer at University. New guy wasn't wealthy; but i guess lesson learnt - interesting trumped wealth this time - and they are apparently still dating.

In any event, it had started a trend - and every other week Uncle Tas was dating another one - perhaps he was trying to catch the same fire he had lost in his wife, or more likely he just wasn't particularly imaginative - and had the wealth to sate that particularly interest. Lord only knows where he found all these red heads. He must have single handedly slept his way across every girl in Ireland by now.


Wedding Reception:
Uncle Tas turned up at my brothers wedding with this weeks fancy - Kattie, an oddly lively red head with cute freckles he picked up in Ibiza. Being invited as a date to a wedding, in another country all expenses paid was a pretty irresistible pickup line for any girl, and she was not immune. It appeared Tas was not especially attached to her.. he had ignored her for most of the reception. She spent most of the time standing alone by the wall looking bored.

Andy too was getting bored. The reception was dragging on. Most everyone was a little drunk by now, either dancing erraticly or in little groups chatting animatedly to one another. Uncle Tas had been introduced to the brides family, two of which (her cousins) were twins. The pair were apparently close, in their early 20's, red heads and single. Apparently they were also easily amused - Uncle Tas hadn't stopped talking to the pair since being introduced. The trio were now standing over in the corner drunkedly gossiping.

They were trying to be discrete, but the twins were so drunk he could hear most of what they said to Uncle Tas, particularly when the topic moved to discussing private matters and they got so excited they forgot to lower their voice. Lucky for them everyone else in the room was just as loud, so really except for Andy himself standing not far away they were in no danger of anyone else overhearing them. The twins at this point were either so excited or so drunk it was a moot point - the pair of them had just confessed to a very interested Uncle Tas that the pair of them had last weekend dated the same guy.. at once.. and both gone home with him. Going by their red cheeks, biting of fingers, and fussing of hair - they were very much hoping to do the same thing with Uncle Tas that night. Weddings have that effect I hear.

Things are finally getting interesting thought Andy. His Uncle had seemed amicable to that idea, the twins fussing now included drunken dirty dancing against him; and tossing about their skirts giving Uncle Tas (and Andy from this position) flashes of their baby blue satin knickers. Going by the very prominent vertical stain as dark as a line drawn in perminent marker running down the vagina of both their panty crotches; which in their drunken discheveled state also sported a matching and quite spectacular camel toe - it was pretty clear exactly what it was on both girls minds.

During a particularly amusing; and poorly executed dance move Andy also noticed the twins underwear didn't completely match. One was wearing a daring baby blue satin thong brief, the back so fine he could actually make out the red rosebud of her asshole.. and the other twin in an equally baby blue satin wore a full if shamelessly sheer panty. The point was moot of course - they were both so drunk that the underwear rode up so much she may as well have been wearing a g-string too. When the former twin slipped on her ass to the laughter of her sister and Uncle Tas - she found herself with her skirt around her chest, and the front of her satin thong thrown off centre. Her red and very swollen with arousal vagina now fully on display to Andy. She apparently waxed he noted to himself.

She got up again without correcting either her skirt or her underwear.. giving her Sister, Uncle Tas, and (noticing a gasp to his immediate right) Uncle Tas's date Kattie an up close and personal exhibition of her vagina. Now standing the twin in the thong was giggling too much to immediately notice. Her sister finally whispered in her ear so she smoothed her skirt back down over her underwear - without fixing them. The other sister was giggling so hard she had to sit down, causing her dress to ride up too; giving Andy(and Kattie) a clear view. Frankly she was so drunk if she hadn't sat down she probably would have fallen down anyway.

Since nobody seemed interested in pointing it out; her dress remained riding up. Both twins were giggling so hard, the one sitting down wet herself a little; the sudden flare of dark fabric expanding until it overflowed enough to leave a small puddle under the chair. The sitting twin looked down and pulled back her skirt to look at the liquid dripping out with confusion.

"Oops.. i seem to have had an accident", she observed drunkenly with a giggle; completely oblivious to the fact that pulling her skirt up to admire her wet underwear in front of half the room would probably have been considered obscene had anyone been sober enough to object.

This set off another round of uncontrollable laughter, causing the twin still standing, much to her dismay to lose control of her bladder too.. and with her underwear bunched up out of the way, it sprayed out unrestricted with enough force to cause a dark stain to expand out on the inside front of her skirt then drip on the floor in an ever expanding puddle. Unlike the sitting twin who managed to regain control of her bladder after a few drips; the one standing completely lost any remaining self control - laughing so hard that her entire bladder had emptied down the front of her skirt onto the floor before she could regain her composure enough to even begin even considering the idea that feeling embarrased should probably be her next thought.

"Yum", Andy muttered out loud at the spectacle. At almost the same time he heard a sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan from the direction of Kattie. His curiosity raised, he turned to look at her before the last of the "m" from saying "yum" left his mouth. She was still standing a little over, alone by the wall. Her bored look had been replaced with something that could be described as expectant. Her eye were glued between the sitting twins legs, and flitted between the puddle under both of the twins, their respective stains, and Uncle Tas's face. At the sound from Andy, she glanced briefly at him her eyes shiny and meeting his. She shot him a quick grin and some unspoken understanding before returning her gaze to the wet mess of twins in the corner. Kattie was chewing (or sucking?) a finger in the corner of her mouth now.

Katties cheeks flushing red she began taking deep enough breaths that it made her breasts heave up and down on her chest. It appeared she didn't wear a bra Andy noticed. Her nipples were crumpling the front fabric of her tight red dress in quite an obvious way, and there were no elastic lines or anything at all to speak of. The lovely shape of her breasts and nipples obvious.

Something about the way she looked and moved seemed oddly familiar too. He filed that thought away for later.

Andy returned his attention to his Uncle, who now clearly had a look of disgust at the mess the twins made.. Andy glanced briefly at Kattie again. There was a look of abject dissapointment on her face at this, and gradually her bored look returned. Uncle Tas of course was no idiot. You don't become wealthy by missing opportunities. As repulsive as he found the twins accident - he turned it to his favour. "Perhaps I should help you two get cleaned up.. my hotel is only a block away, and it has a very big bathtub", Tas suggested to the twins.

Andy couldn't help laughing to himself. That sly old fox. The hotel in question did indeed have a well equipped bathroom in the penthouse suite.. but it was also cheap enough not to supply dressing gowns or more than one towel. If they went there to "Clean up" as they say, at least one or both of the girls would literally not have a stitch of clothing to wear all night afterwards - and the hotel laundry was on the bottom floor. It also only had one (albeit king sized) bed. Whatever plans they did or did not have for the night, those girls would now be spending most of the night naked alone in a hotel room with Uncle Tas at least until morning and the laundry was done. Considering the cool weather, and the cold hotel room - all three of them would probably seek refuge together in the warm bedsheets afterwards. Uncle Tas it seemed was about to have a very interesting night.

Kattie, apparently entirely forgotton, was left behind. The Trio, Uncle Tas and the twins made a hasty retreet from the gathering. Not that it mattered - most people were so drunk that even if they did notice the pee stains, they would probably have one themselves by the end of the night anyway and wouldn't care. As spacious as the venue was, it had a reputation of having little in the way of toilets, most of the space instead having been reserved for venue. You get what you pay for after all, and the wedding organisers had concerned themselves more with a place with the most space for least cost, spending the rest on booze.

His Uncles car pulled out of the car park, driven by someone Tas hired to drive him sometimes. The window was down, one twin had already removed the top of her dress. She had a blue satin bra on that matched their underwear. Life must be interesting for his Uncle's car driver. Andy wondered if the driver liked red heads as he noticed the second twin toss a pair of wet blue knickers out the window as they drove towards the hotel.

His amusement replaced by concern, Andy sidled up to Kattie. "I hope your luggage isn't in his room.." observed Andy to her, gesturing at Uncle Tas's departing vehicle with his glass. She shook her head absently. Replying in a strong european accent that made it clear - contrary to her looks that she was most definately not irish she said, "No, I have the room next to his in the hotel.. I only have one bag anyway, I travel light when I am not working. "Oh what do you do?", asked Andy. The shiny look in Katies eyes sparkled back a moment.
She looked at Andy appraisingly. "Some Photography and film work mostly.." she had a faraway look and the redness of her cheeks returned momentarily. It wasn't a blush. Her red flush seemed to migrate to her lips momentarily darkening them.. and although he was sure he imagined it, briefly lighting up the exposed skin as it travelled down her neck, along her shoulder, and disapeared down the deep neckline over her breasts and out of sight under her tight red dress. In his imagination the pink skin of her vagina lit up with a red flush of excitement too.. why on earth did that pop in his head? he wondered.

Now close enough to give Kattie a closer look, the overwealming feeling of being oddly familiar returned. He looked at her now appraisingly. She seemed unconcerned by his regard.. which considering most girls, even drunk would have flinched and maybe have even acted offended by even being looked at made her stand out as unusually confortable with her body.

"You seem oddly familiar. Have we met before?", asked Andy. Immediately regretting it when he realized it sounded like a cheesy pick up line. Once again proving his social instincts wrong; she reacted by her eyes getting even more shiny with curiosity.. and is that smugness? "I am sorry I didn't catch your name?", asked Katie. "Andy", he replied lamely.. She smiled back at him, much like a spider might smile at a fly having been invited in its parlour and caught on a web. She replied again in that wonderful accent, "No Andy, I am sure I would recall meeting one as handsome as yourself before.." This time her voice dripped with.. warmness? There was definately dripping innuendo too. She licked her lips - which if he knew body language told him exactly what kind of meeting with her she was thinking about.

Momentarily lost for words, he simply stood there and regarded her. She seemed to enjoy the attention and shifted about as if to show herself off to him to best effect. That dress really did fit her well. She leaned in, and grasped his hand holding a glass.. her hand was both warm and soft, and yet slightly refreshingly cool all at once. It sent a warm tingle up his arm and down his back. He was sure he was blushing like a stupid schoolboy now. "I am a little thirsty.. may I?" she asked innocently. Andy opened and closed his mouth. This close to her face he didn't trust himself to say anything clever, and was suddenly self conscious about his breath, he opted to simply nod instead.

Her breath smelt of strawberry Champagne. She turned his hand in hers, until the slight smudge left on his glass rim by his lips faced her, then without breaking her gaze into his eyes, placed the smudge to her lip, licked it(!?), then poured the remaining contents of the glass into her mouth. She didn't immediately swallow it all, opening her mouth a little and playing with the liquid on her tongue as he watched before swallowing it and licking her lips again with a smile. She was still holding his hand, but she lowered it. He felt his fingers brush across her nipples. He could see a little shiver play across her body. She left his hand pressed to her, and removed his empty glass to sit it on the table next to her with her other hand, next to her own glass.. which he noticed with a brief glance.. was still completely full. Removing her hand from the glass it joined the first in warmly grasping his hand and pressing Andy's knuckles to her soft chest.

Leaning in she kissed him on the cheek demurely, and thanked him for the drink. The effect of course entirely ruined by the fact she lewdly licked his cheek as she kissed him - that and without breaking gaze she used both her hands to slide his fingers under the fabric of her neckline, so that she was pressing his hand directly onto the hard naked nipple of a breast. She felt so warm and soft. This time it was Andy's turn to shiver. She responded in kind. "Gosh she is so sympathetically responsive.." he observed. He was a little drunk, so he couldn't bring himself to remove his hand. She seemed entirely unconcerned about it. "So Andy.. tell me more about why I seem familiar?", she asked with a giggle.

The giggle seemed to trigger a thought, his mind again flashing back to his earlier fantasy about her vagina and it finally occured to him. His eyes went a little wide, and he regarded her face.. body shape, and the feel of that wonderful breast against his knuckles. He had heard that giggle before. Yes.. ok the freckles were more obvious and really cute in person because she wasn't wearing much makeup or under bright lighting and she seemed shorter.. plus it was rare to see her wearing any clothes. Although he realised she had worn this same dress briefly at the start of one of her videos once. Her vagina did redden up when she was excited he recalled..

Being a little tipsy he stumbled out a few words without thinking them through, "UUuh I think i have seen some of your videos.. we share a fetish i think.." he immediately regreted it.. realizing in his excitement he had said too much. She was definately an adult performer he had seem many videos of - and he suddenly felt very nervious to have admitted anything at all. She probably thought him some porn crazed deviant now he worried.

Kattie got a faraway look for a moment and sighed. She had been in a lot of videos.. not all of them involved things she actually enjoyed. She still ignoring his hand - pressing it absently harder onto the skin of her breast under her dress. He had to open his fingers and turn his hand a little as her vice like hold was now hurting his wrist. He now found her entire breast cupped in his hand. "Oh god", he gasped a little. Literally the finest flesh he had ever felt. Plus it had been a while since he dated anyone. Which probably explained his intimate familiarity with Kattie's particular genre of cinematography. She was still lost in thought, but was now absently caressing the back of the hand he was cupping her breast with. After a moment she released his hand as an afterthought and turned to lean on her discarded chair. "I doubt that..", she said offhand.

Not sure what to say to that, Andy instead lamely asked, "So uuuh.. how do you feel about my Uncle...". Not at all bothered by the question, and relishing the change of topic - Katie replied, "Not upset if that is what you think.. we slept together a few times, he really knows how to use his equipment well, I certainly enjoyed it - but he is entirely too unimaginative. Every time is the same. Earth shattering each time yes.. and sometimes all night - and god the size of that thing - but the same thing over and over gets very boring.."

Andy went pale. Admiring his uncle for the skill in picking up a couple of hot twins for a dirty night in a hotel is one thing.. actually thinking about HIM naked.. another thing entirely. Seeing his reaction Katie laughed. "Sorry that was too much information wasn't it.. we were just having sex Andy, just for fun. He didn't know I made adult films so it was a fun diversion for me to do it on equal terms for once. We were not a couple.. he invited me here because he needed a date and was not seeing anyone else at the time. So if you are wondering - Yes I am available. There is a reason we had seperate hotel rooms.."

Andy went pale for an entirely different reason, so he tried to act all confident. Instead he lost his balance and had to grab at her chair to avoid falling over. He knocked her handbag onto the floor. "oh god, sorry..", he exclaimed, dropping down to pick it up for her.

She squatted down too like she was grabbing for the bag as well - except she ended up with her bag on the floor under her instead; with his arm now reaching between her legs holding her bag. She grabbed his wrist with one hand, holding it in place and used her other hand to slide the bag out from the back. She remained in this position for a second, her bag momentarily forgotten and looked him in the eyes again.

Andy was speechless. Again. He really should stop doing that. If this had been a chic flick this would probably be where they kiss. She didn't kiss him, instead she began talking in a curious tone, all the while looking into his eyes.

She spoke, "Look, I don't want to get your hopes up - I can tell you really like me.. the way you react to me is totally different to how someone who just wants to have sex would respond.. I would know after all.. it is my job.. but I like a lot of different things.. it is why I work in the adult industry - because it is the only place I get to do some things openly. Others I only do because it is my job. We might not 'share a fetish' after all."

He gave her a purplexed look. Did she just shoot him down?

She looked at him at once pleading and hopeful at the same time for a moment. Feeling pressure on her bladder in this position, she decided all or nothing and tried something bold. Still looking at him, and holding his hand locked in place on the floor under her, she giggled for no apparent reason. Andy looked back in confusion. Then noticed his hand was getting wet. Her dress was in the way so his slightly drunk mind was a little confused - unable to see what was happening. Still giggling, Kattie observed.. "oh dear, i seem to have had an accident on your hand.. sorry.. in my job a weak bladder is sometimes helpful for certain scenes.. and squatting down like this seems to have agitated the issue.."

She winked.

Kattie finally released his hand and stood up, sitting her bag back on the seat and trying to look incognito. Andy noticed there was no marks on her dress. She was either very skilled at doing this discretely, or had a water resistant dress. Likely both in retrospect. She was still watching his face curiously. Andy tipsy enough to feel a little daring and increasingly turned on returned her look. Then casually raised his wet hand to his face, looked at it, then licked the drips of pee off while holding her gaze - to let her know in no uncertain terms exactly his opinion of pee.

This time it was Katties turn to be speechless a moment. The look on her face now, most certainly was not one of dissapointment. If anything the fires in her eyes stoked up, and she looked like she wanted to have her way with him on the spot, public setting be damned. This took her by surprise most of all, between work and one night stands she had all the sex she could ever want - even with the naturally strong sex drive that came with working in the industry - she found herself wanting this young man all to herself.

Andy still feeling bold thanks to the look on her face commented, "God I hope that was a test I just passed"..

Kattie finding her voice again answered very huskily, "I was wrong... we do share a fetish." Andy's heart skipped a few beats and started racing. All he could think to do was smile back at her like an idiot.

All that was running through his mind at that moment was wondering.. did she have no underwear on under that dress.. or had she just wet her panties for him. Both prospects were equally exciting.

Enboldened by his smile, Kattie made an observation, "... and that right there is what someone who really wants to have sex looks like too" She laughed. Andy lost his nerve finally and blushed, laughing nerviously.
"..and who also really does likes me too", she ammended with an edge of curiosity at his body language.

Then she laughed again, and added in a whisper, "The same thing is probably written all over my face too.." the thoughtful look returned to her face as she regarded Andy very intimately with her eyes all of a sudden. He blushed again, but now he looked a little smug too. She hadn't shot him down..

A few things were running through Katties mind.. here was a cute boy that legitimitely liked her, and wet games too.. sure she had her pick of watersport loving female co-star's but their fame tended to make them stand out if they went out socially - and their film producers always wanted to follow them around with a camera. Some of her co-stars even had that exact thing in their contract. Hardly romantic. Her male co-stars well.. they ranged from immature walking penis's, polite enough but oddly unimaginative - to outright assholes obsessed with degrading women - that type was plenty imaginative - but their idea of fun hurt like hell the next morning.

All the good ones were already in a relationship and a few of the bad ones too. That wasn't a bridge she wanted to cross again - dating someone outside of the industry sounded like a lot more fun - especially if nobody recognised her. They could get up to anything they liked anywhere. Hell if some wet fun was in the offering she might even be willing to get up to some of the things she didn't enjoy as much if he liked it - for the wet payoff.

Her musing was interrupted when Andy drunkenly observed, "Your english is really good.. adorable accent too. Makes me want to kiss every one of your freckles." he paused, his speech was a little slurred, he added "I could just marry you on the spot." He smiled dumbly at her.. he actually meant what he said, but he was clearly on the wrong side of tipsy at this point so she held off taking it personally. She smiled warmly at him again. She did have some freckles in very interesting places - and his inebrated state lent honesty to his words. Drunk Andy already sounded more interesting than a week in bed with sober Tas, and she hadn't even slept with the boy yet.

She squirmed. Her earlier accident hadn't been entirely playacting. Peeing for the camera on demand regularly generally did make it easier as time went on - she really did need to pee badly right now. Squatting earlier did pressure her bladder - her leak had required only relaxing. The fact it also turned her on meant she made a habit of it too. Her bladder muscles had been well trained to be weak and easy to overcome now.

It is not to say she had no control of her bladder, just that it now required a deliberate effort by her, NOT to wet herself, which worked fine most of the time. It meant she could literally leak or spray no matter what activity she was doing at the time. Instead of holding, leaking simply required relaxing, spraying simply required pushing. Wet and wild either way. She could spray across the room when she orgasmed(although sometimes a skilled partner could make her do that anyway, which she could follow up by actually urinating to prolong the effect for the camera), wet herself on request - even during sex, spray someones for a scene, or deliberately lose control of her bladder during anal play. Alternately she quite enjoyed girls returning the favour too. She quite enjoyed the taste when she was in the mood. On top of that on long shooting days she didn't even need to stop for a toilet break, she would just signal and they would send in performers willing to do a pee scene, keep shooting, and sell that scene to the relevant fetish label later.

Directors loved her, she could make any scene totally perverted if they needed it. Fans loved her too.. the enjoyment written on her face made every scene with her a delight.

However this exact second she was more than a little drunk and that control was slipping. She was not sure if she should be delighted or annoyed. Wetting herself was fun, but even more when she did it on purpose - since she could chose her moment. She really wanted to pick her moment; right now.
"Andy.. I really need to pee quite badly..", she whispered. Her accent made the words sound quite perverted. A wicked thought occured to her.. so she added, "Can you do anything to help.. Quick - I don't think i can make it to a bathroom.." Andy's mind literally boggled with ideas, but being half drunk he muddled most of them up before he could form a useful suggestion.

In the end he just grabbed his empty glass from the table and handed it to her. She flushed red a little; more turned on than embarrassed at the idea of pissing in a glass in the middle of a wedding reception, then squatted down to pretend to fuss with her shoe while she filled up the glass. Of course it over flowed adding to the small puddle already on the floor so she fought to clamp it off again and without thinking brought her hand to her mouth where she absently sucked the excess pee off her hand, and took a small sip from the glass so it didn't spill then sat it on the table next to her own glass. She wiped the remaining residue; mostly saliva now, on her dress. Andy stood there with his eyes popping out as he watched.. when Kattie stood up again she noticed and went all kinds of red when she realised what she had just done in front of him - and what it probably just revealed about her to him. Feeling suddenly nervous how he might react.

Suddenly feeling very sober for a moment Andy whispered in her ear, "that was so hot.." this time her eyes boggled. She was definately going to take him home with her now. There was a commotion across the room and one of the wedding party called for a toast to the bride and groom. Katie and Andy looked at each other with a smirk, and glanced at the only full glasses within reach. "uuuhm... " they both said to one another. Some of the other guests were frowning at them.. so they quickly grabbed their respective glasses to join them, and dutifully took a deep drink for the toast. Andy sat there licking his lips at the mild taste of Katies pee.. pretending to watch the wedding party; not sure what to think. Kattie's chest was heaving a little at the sight of him drinking it; particularly as Andy didn't seem particularly bothered by it, and if the bulge in his pants was any indication the exact opposite was the case.

Kattie whispered in Andy's ear.. I think we should go outside. She really wanted to lustfully kiss him right now. Another guest overheard them and gestured agast at their half full glasses, "finish your drinks first dears.. mustn't let good drink go to waste and a toast go half finished!" They had a posh sounding british accent.

Kattie at this point was frankly too horny to care - she grabbed Andy's glass and downed the rest like she was drinking shots, then poured her own glass into his mouth before he could object. She once read somewhere that exchanging drinks with another was a form of intimacy that represented a form of romantic binding. Good enough she thought.. especially given what they pair of them had just swallowed. The glasses now empty she dragged him by the hand outside, to the polite wave goodbye of the posh guest. Outside, she promptly rubbed her body up against him and lustfully devoured his pissy tasting mouth with her own in a lewd french kiss.

She still tasted of stawberrys somehow noted Andy somewhere in the back of his mind. Stopping for air she suggested, "We have both drank too much tonite, we should retire for the night.. my hotel room is only a few minutes walk from here.." Andy didn't argue.. and followed her down the footpath. They stopped under a tree near a sign on a bus stop with a weather report suggesting rain, Kattie looked at it suggestively then pulled Andy in for another nasty kiss, Pausing a moment she used one of her hands to slide one of Andy's hands up her dress between her legs against her.. then nibbled his earlobe and whispered into his ear, "or not drank enough.." then resumed her lusty kiss and promptly pissed on his hand while she explored his mouth with her tongue. He really seemed to like that.

And now he knew what was under her skirt - a gentleman never tells.

Epilogue:
When they finally got to her room, he was thankful that however cheaply made the hotel was, they had not spared any expense on sound proofing. Other than a few suspicious bumps on the wall from the room his Uncle was in, the only thing they could hear was their own sounds.. which was pretty lucky - because what they got up to all night made some pretty perverted noises.. Once the night was over, Katie spent the rest of her holiday break at Andy's place, where they spent most of the time finding even more perverted things to do to each other. He had a large water bill that month... went through about two dozen sheets.. and there was always a glass of water (and sometimes other things) close at hand. They exchanged contact details. They regularly visit each another now.
Officially they are a couple. She usually didn't like to share.. but one rare instance she had a job making a movie nearby.. it was Andy's birthday too - so she invited some of her girlfriends from the movie set over that night just to make them jealous. They all had a great time and made a very big mess.. such a mess they were late to the studio the next day... waiting for their clothes to dry enough.

He is definately more interesting than his Uncle. So far Kattie has not even come close to getting bored with him yet.

Andy is shopping for a ring.