A lot of help the boy was.  She was getting the idea that he would not be much help, for her anyway.  It would take time to break his edges.  She got up and headed down to the floor level and looked around outside for at least an outhouse.  It was dark, but the night sky was allowing her to see enough.  She ended up going to the back of the barn, where it seemed less used area of the building anyway, and looking around, she lowered her pants and adjusted the device she had made up with the funnel and a rubber tube that she had found off an old baby bottle and wrapped up in socks to give it what seemed to be the right size for what she had seen around boys peeing on the street.   She leaned one hand on the wall, as she had practiced like boys did, and held the device to pee.