Regressed By My Landlord – Chapter Three
Thomas ran around the block then stopped and pulled his checkbook out of his back pocket, making sure it was still there, then checked his bank account balance on his phone, sure enough he was $456 shy of the 2 grand mark. (Thomas’s phone is a prepaid no contract line, he gets a set amount of minutes and data which lasts until they run out then he has to refill the balance. so he tries not to use his phone too much.)
He sat down on the sidewalk to think, and think, eventually he had to admit, he knew only one solution, he had to call his mom and ask for even more money, it had been hard enough convincing her to help him pay rent, now he had to ask for even more, he hated being indebted to her, he didn’t want to owe her a dime, but he didn’t see much other choice, hopefully once he settled into his college routine he could find a part-time job somewhere and pay her back and break free of his debt to her.
*ring*
Mother: “Hello?”
Thomas: “Hi, uhm, I’ve just toured the place.”
Mother: “Let me guess, you need something, what is it Thomas?”
Thomas sighing: “well there’s a deposit and I don’t have enough to cover it.”
Mother: “Is this really the cheapest option you can find?”
Thomas: “Yes I’m certain and if I don’t claim it in the next half hour someone else is already lined up to take it out from under me.”
Mother: “How much?”
Thomas: “I’m short by $500”
Mother: “Thomas are you rounding up? what’s the actual amount?”
Thomas sighing: “$456 but I could use a bit more to get the Lyft back to the hotel and also the airport.”
Mother: “I’ll send you the $456 right now, you can walk, it will be good for you to get the exercise.”
Thomas through clenched teeth: “Thank you Mother.”
Mother: “Thomas you better get your degree and do something profitable with it! If you drop out after I spent all this money to get you into college I will be livid, you won’t be welcome back here that’s for sure, you’re an adult now it’s time you started taking care of yourself!”
Thomas: “Yes Mother…”
Mother than hung up.
Thomas sat contemplating his conflicting feelings, appreciation that she didn’t say no, anger at the way she talks to him, frustration that she told him he isn’t welcome back, he felt such a longing for the words he has heard his friends exchange with their parents on the phone, but that seemed so foreign to him, ‘I love you’ how strange he thought that through all of that, that was what he hated the most, their absence, he wasn’t even sure he knew what they would feel like, if he would feel them at all, his friends sure didn’t seem to care when they heard them, they’d repeat them begrudgingly like a burden to say it, yet here he was longing to say it to someone that deserved it.
He shook himself from his thoughts and checked his bank account on his phone, sure enough she sent the exact amount not a penny more, his balance was now precisely $2000, and he had ten minutes to get back to his new house.
He ran back making it just in time, knocking on the door, David opened right away and let him in, guiding him to the dining table, David pulled a chair out for him to sit.
David: “So I take it you found your check book? Surely you wouldn’t have bothered to return without it? Sure cut it down to the wire the next to tour was at my door just minutes after you left, they’ll be here soon.”
Thomas: “I did I found it I have it here (holding it up) give me a moment and I’ll write the check out.
It did take Thomas a moment, in high school a teacher once taught his class how to write a check she spent a half hour on it, that was the first and last time Thomas had ever written a check, he had to recall that long ago memory step by step to get it right, David noticed his struggle and offered his guidance here and there.
David: “you youngsters with your debit cards and apple pay and amazon accounts you’ve all no idea how to write checks nowadays, well that’s alright I suppose you probably won’t be needing to write one ever again after this…. The way that society is going and all that I mean..”
Thomas felt a bit of a chill for a moment, not sure why, he handed over the check, watching all his pennies go bye-bye.
David held his hand out and shook Thomas’s hand.
David: “Thank you Thomas, glad to do business with you, frankly I’m glad to give the room to someone who doesn’t seem like a party animal or a druggy, looking forward to having you, I am going to run to the bank and cash this right now. Assuming it clears you can move in as soon as tomorrow if you like. I know your classes don’t start for a couple more weeks so if you’d rather wait until then that’s fine too.”
Thomas: “Thank you David I’m so relieved to have this settled, now I can finally focus on preparing to start classes, I’ll need to return home my flight is in a few hours and I’ll need to walk to the airport, but I’ll be back soon as I can.”
David: “Walk? Need the exercise or something?”
Thomas realized his slip up, he should have kept that detail to himself.”
Thomas: “Oh, uh, well, actually I just can’t afford a Lyft right now, didn’t expect the deposit to be so high, but no worries I’m capable of walking it and I should get paid in just a few days. (he lied he has no paychecks coming, only the rent his Mother would send.)”
David: “Oh Thomas I can’t have you walking such a distance I’m not convinced you’ll make it in time especially with how long security takes at the airport, here I’ve got a buss pass I can give you consider it a perk of choosing my home to live in.”
David pulled a slip from a drawer in the kitchen and handed it to Thomas, sure enough it was a buss pass for the current month of august.
David and Thomas exchanged phone numbers and parted ways. His hotel was only about a half hour walk away so Thomas walked to his room and packed up his stuff, he’d already worked out a late checkout with the front desk thanks to them having lots of vacancies, he exited the hotel after checking out and walked to the nearest public bus stop.
At the nearest bus stop he found it had a map of the routes above the bench, he studied it, struggling to understand what he was looking at, until he saw the word airport, he knew his current location thanks to google maps on his phone, so he compared that with the map to find the bus route that ran to the airport, as a bus was arriving behind him the pressure was mounting to figure out quickly if this was the right bus to get on before it drove off without him, the anxiety of the moment and the pressure brought to his attention another pressure, his bladder hadn’t been emptied since the moment he landed that morning, and suddenly he had to go, all that tea David gave him had caught up to him, he’d been too distracted with trying not to lose the room to notice his growing urgency sooner.
Trying not to get distracted by his bladder he kept his focus on the map ignoring the bus stopping just behind him doing a little potty dance the whole time.
He finally found that he would need to take a bus on this road but going the other direction, and get off at a different road to catch a different bus going to the airport, it was at this moment he felt a little spurt, he pinched it off but there was now a small wet spot on his jeans, he couldn’t believe it, he’d never had such trouble holding it in before, he wondered if there was something about that tea that made it harder to hold it, (indeed David had laced the tea with a little muscle relaxants designed to target the bladder) Thomas wore dark jeans and sunset was soon, so he hoped he could get away with it as he had no time to go find a bathroom now.
Now with a plan he headed to the nearest cross walk, the direction he needed required the bus stop on the other side of the road, as the light turned and the walk sign came on his blood pressure mounted, he now was walking through a crosswalk with no one else in it, with lots of traffic waiting on the light, all staring down at him walking by with a wet spot on his jeans, he could feel the coldness of the wind as it cooled the wet spot making it feel like it stood out even more, he wasn’t sure if traffic could tell, the spot was only about the size of his palm, he tried not looking down at it as he walked by, knowing he’d just be calling attention to it, but he couldn’t help a glance or two.
Thankfully no one honked or yelled or mocked him, but he felt sure someone had to notice, he fast walked to the other sides sidewalk found his bus stop and sat down, the urge to pee hadn’t abated but sitting did seem to help keep it in check.
After what was really only about 15 minutes but felt like an eternity during his battle with his bladder the bus finally pulled up, he got on flashed the bus pass at the driver who barely glanced at it and sat down, he could feel a little bit of the wetness on his bottom now, he figured he probably just dribbled a bit while sitting on the bench.
‘As long as I stay seated, I know I can hold it’ Thomas thought, something about the pressure of the seat seems to make it easier.
He sat there wondering what was happening to him, why did he suddenly have such trouble keeping his pants dry. he recollected the earlier thoughts about how uncommon it was for him to have to hold it for any length of time, until now in his life a bathroom had always been a couple minutes away. his Mother never took him on long road trips, school had never denied him a bathroom visit.
He suddenly remembered he needed to be paying attention to where he was, he must watch out for the street he needs to get off at, he remembered it’s name but didn’t know anything else, so couldn’t be sure if he’d missed it already or not, he just kept looking ahead studying upcoming street names hoping to see the one he wanted, his bladder straining the whole time.
After what felt like too many minutes he spotted it, he pulled the cord that dinged the driver who stopped at the right street, David had to cross the street again this time changing directions from eastbound to southbound, as he stood waiting for the walk sign to come on his urgency increased, standing was not his friend right now, he looked forward to reaching the next bench, he studied the stop lights staring at the green that cross traffic had trying to will it to turn red, suddenly a car honked presumably at another car but it was nearby and the loudness of it startled him, this caused another spurt to occur, it was much more difficult to pinch this one off and the wet spot on his jeans was now larger than his whole hand fingers included. he knew there was no denying it’s visibility now, as if to mock him this is when the green turned yellow, then red, and his walk sign came on, without any choice he did his walk of shame once more through the crosswalk to the waiting eyes of traffic, one car at the line had their windows down, and he could hear them laughing, he knew he was the target of their laughter, he made it to the other side, found his bus stop and sat at the bench, eyes watering with tears that he tried to hold back, he’d wet his pants, but he was determined not to blubber about it like some baby.
Worse yet he still felt urgency, his bladder was not happy today. he wondered back just what did he drink and again remembered that massive tea cup, cursing himself for forgetting to use the hotel restroom in his rush to get to the airport.
After another 15 minute wait that felt like another eternity, the bus arrived, he got on and the bus driver took notice of his wet pants, he held out his bus pass and the driver studied it closely this time, probably hoping to find a flaw to justify not letting the wet pants onboard. After accepting it, the driver in a disgusted tone of voice told Thomas.
Driver: “You’ll have to stay standing, I don’t want piss on my seats.”
Thomas blushed and looked to the ground, but nodded his head, and grabbed a rail and stayed standing, which of course made his bladder struggle that much harder, the rest of the ride took about 30 minutes thanks to all the bus stops that had to be stopped at, each time the bus hit a pot hole it seemed another spurt occurred, Thomas was trying not to think about it, biting his lip, and holding back what he could, ignoring what slipped past him. The bus pulled into the airport and Thomas finally had made it, his pants had an elongated wet spot down to his knee, but the bathrooms were near. Hauling his suitcase and backpack he bee-lined it into the airport and straight to the bathroom, he didn’t know if there was a family bathroom somewhere this side of security, so he took the first option he found, which was not a family bathroom, there were people busy in the restroom but a stall was open, he left his luggage outside the stall first opening the suitcase to pull out a spare pair of pants and underwear, which he hung on the back of the stall door, immediately he sat and emptied his bladder on the toilet, amazed at how much still remained, glad he’d kept holding out what he could this long.
Leaving his wet pants on the floor he went to the sink and grabbed a large handful of paper towels getting some of them damp with sink water then returned to the stall, plenty of people in the restroom glared at him and his wet underwear while he did so.
He stripped his underwear in the stall and wiped himself down, first with the wet paper towels then the dry ones, then put on his new pair of underwear and jeans. he realized at this moment that if he’d had boxers instead of tighty whities the pee would have more easily reached his shoes and socks, he was thankful that he wasn’t a boxer kind of person. His socks and shoes had escaped the damage.
At that moment he wanted to toss his wet jeans into the trash, but knowing he could not afford to buy new ones anytime soon he instead shoved them and the wet underwear into the pocket inside his luggage. and made his way out the bathroom to check in for his flight, while going through security the machine flagged him for a pat down, who knows why, the agent patting him down paused at his crotch and sniffed the air blatantly, then glared at the boy, he blushed and looked at the ground, the agent looked disgusted but let the boy pass.
Thomas was beginning to feel like he’d made a mistake, like an outcast, his thoughts rang with the various humiliations this trip had wrought, the passengers on the first flight all looked at him when he woke up checking for wetness, the car at the light that laughed at him in the crosswalk with wet pants, the bus driver regarded him with disgust, the security likewise had just glared at him in disgust, Thomas thought ‘maybe I’m not ready for this, no one else seems to be struggling like this, Maybe I need to see a doctor.’ Thomas considered.
With no more time to be distracted he resumed focus on catching his flight he made it to the gate early and took a seat at a bench, as he sat there he began to smell the stench of pee, and realized the agent had not exaggerated, he really did stink like pee, but there was nothing he could do about it now, his plane arrived, boarding began, he entered and took his seat, window in the far back, again, the stewardess came by again and this time Thomas did not want any water..
The End of Regressed By My Landlord – Chapter Three.
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