I hired a private investigator many years ago, to help recover some stolen jewelry. Having met with him to discuss the case, he asked me on a date. We went to a local restaurant. His meal consisted of martinis, a bottle of wine, and an after dinner liquor drink. When he excused himself to use the restroom, I realized he didn't need to bother. He'd wet his pants.
-- Terri, 34
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