January 1991, when I was 14 years old, out in service with Lou and Aimee and a few others one day, and we had to go all the way out to the country to make a return call, after having stopped at McDonald's for break. by the time we got out there, I had to pee, but I was told it would be impolite to disturb Lou and her householder during the return visit, so I had to hold it. she was at that call for 45 excruciating minutes, plus there was another half-hour drive back to town, and, no, they wouldn't pull over and let me pee by the side of the road, as that was considered a 'bad witness' to passing cars. once we'd dropped everyone else off, Aimee wanted me to wait until she got to a gas station so she could fill up her tank with the gas money she'd collected from everyone, plus she didn't take me seriously and was making jokes, trying to get me to laugh. I almost made it, but my poor bladder exploded as we pulled up to the tank. I left a wet spot on her seat as I ran for the bathroom, crying in shame. she totally freaked out and started yelling about how she was going to clean the seat. I ended up working for her mom Carol , cleaning a beauty salon, to pay for the upholstery cleaning.
oh, and then there's the time that I was raped by five guys, and Mark broke into his dad's congregation files and dug out the police report and showed all the guys in the congregation, and no one would dance with me at weddings, after that.