She Married Her Assistant and Fooled Me for Three Years

Beryl Matthews handed me a bubble tea, and I drank most of it without a second thought.

Then the urge hit, unbearable and sudden.

My dark slacks soaked through fast, water tracking down the hems and dripping onto the mall's polished tile.

Glen James, Beryl's male assistant, was doubled over laughing, still holding up his phone to record.

"Beryl, I told you he's only got one kidney. Give him a diuretic and there's no way he holds it."

"That's the bet. I win."

"The top-floor suite tonight is mine. And you're staying to keep me company."