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 The Bathroom

   I'M LOST!

   (C) 2001-9 The Bathroom

   "Where am I?" Josie mumbled to herself as she had to stop on the
motorway hard shoulder yet again to look at the road atlas.  She had
started early in the journey from London to Cambridge to visit her best
friend Meg, but turned at a wrong exit, and tried to get back onto her
original route.  She even tried to call Meg on her mobile phone, but she
couldn't get a signal.  She had to do a detour, delaying her for half an
hour before finally getting back on the right way to Cambridge.

   Suddenly, Josie's car began to stall, so she looked at her oil levels.
"Oh, damn!" she slammed her hands on the steering wheel and she realised
that she had run out of fuel, so she had to pull onto the hard shoulder. 
She got out of the car and started walking to find an emergency phone.  It
took her twenty minutes to find one, only to find out that it was out of
order.  She then had to walk another mile to one which was actually
working. After she made her call, she started to walk back to her car, she
then felt a sharp pain in her bladder....  She felt the need to go to the
bathroom, but decided to hold on until she got her car picked up.

   While waiting back at the car, Josie was beginning to get impatient...
the rescue truck hadn't arrived as yet, and she had been desperate for a
wee for a while, fidgeting with her legs tightly crossed in the front seat.
She then turned on the stereo to occupy herself, but she became too
distracted by the feel of her swollen bladder, aching for relief.  There
she was, stuck on a hard shoulder of the motorway, lost, and needing to wee
badly.  Her fidgeting got even worse by now, and tried calling Meg again on
her mobile phone again...  still no signal!

   "Oh, what the hell!" she thought, as she opened her legs and relaxed her
bladder muscles, letter her urine gush through her slacks.  She breathed
heavily and closed her eyes in relief...  only to hear a knock on her car
door.  "Hello, madam," we've come to pick up your car," said the rescue
truck man.  "Oh-oh, sorry," shrieked a surprised Josie.  She tried to stem
the flow, but couldn't.  "Could you hold on for a moment, I've got to do
something first." She waited for her bladder to empty and had to wait
several moments before getting out of the car.  She felt the slacks were
heavy with soaked urine.  The man then sniffed the air.

   "Emmmm....  What's that smell?" he asked.  "Don't know," Josie replied,
hoping that he doesn't look down to her wet slacks.  She never felt so
embarrassed, but what would happen when she finally get to Meg's house?