The next morning, when we woke up and were sober again, it was a bit awkward.

I asked how she felt. She was afraid that what happened would change our friendship. I said that didn't have to be the case, at least not negatively. She showed her first smile of the morning.

I suggested that we get up and talk about it during breakfast. She agreed, and we went to the kitchen in just our bathrobes to make breakfast.

I walked into the garden to clean the garden table and put the cushions in the chairs. Then I boiled two eggs. She put two cups of coffee and the warm croissants on the garden table. A little later, I also came into the garden with the boiled eggs.

We sat, looked at each other, and she smiled. I told her that she will always be my best friend. When I said that, she looked serious and a bit tense. She picked up her coffee and took a sip.

She said she hoped I meant what I said, because she hadn't put coffee in my cup. She really had to pee, but wanted to wait until after breakfast. But because she had to pee so badly, she peed into my coffee cup to relieve the pressure on her bladder.

After breakfast, I could have the rest, she said. And if I didn't want it, she would make me coffee. My heart jumped for joy. I picked up my cup, and saw that it was indeed full of pee. I brought it to my mouth and while I looked her in the eye, I drank the cup empty. Her eyes sparkled with pleasure.