As if in answer to his unspoken question about what to do to Dani, a memory came to Jim just then.
*****
He was 9 or 10 years old. Dani had decided to try tickling Judy, who was about 6 at the time, but Judy just sat there stubbornly, saying "I'm not ticklish." Then, Judy smiled evilly, turning towards him, Jim remembered this part vividly, and said, "...but Jim is."
Dani turned towards him as well with a predatory look in her eyes. He tried to run, but she was too quick and caught him around the waist, lifting him onto the couch and sitting her heavy butt on his lower stomach. There was no escape. Even before her wiggling fingers touched him, he had started to laugh and cringe away from her.
"No, no, no... Stop it!" he cried and laughed uncontrollably as she tickled him alternately under his chin, in his arm pits, and on his belly. "I can't... Don't... Please... No!"
"What's the matter, Jimmy? You can't take a little tickle?" She laughed cruelly as he struggled in vain, snorting and sputtering and chortling in agony.
"Stop!" he cried, tears running down his face and snot dripping from his nose. "I'm gonna pee! ... I'm gonna pee!"
Then, it happened. The pressure from her big butt on his bladder and his involuntary convulsions had really made him actually piss himself.
"He's doing it!" Judy cried gleefully. "He's really peeing!" She said as she pointed an accusing finger at the growing dark patch on the crotch of his jeans.
Dani quickly leapt off of him to avoid getting wet. "Oh, God," Dani cried. "I didn't know you were such a little baby." Jim scrambled away from them both to the bathroom in utter humiliation. He locked the door. "Do you need a diaper, little baby?" she asked through the closed door a minute later.
"Leave me alone!" he yelled as he tried to figure out what to do. All the while his wet pants were starting to cool against his skin.
The lock popped open. It was a safety lock that only required a thin metal rod to override it, which Dani held in her hand.
As he stood there, trying to cover his shameful mess, she just smiled and declared, "Bath time, Jimmy!"
The following humiliation was too much to even think about.
*****
"I know exactly what to do now," Jim said to himself and looked at the balloon, smiling.