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As soon as I’m in my apartment I slam the door behind me and double over, squeezing my hands between my legs. I hop up and down, trying to regain control as the wave of desperation runs through me. Still doubled over, I shuffle to the bathroom door. It’s closed, so I knock. “I’m in here!” My roommate yells. For a second I consider letting go right there, and that thought brings another wave of desperation. I unzip my pants and undo my belt so there’s less pressure on my bladder. I squirm around for a little bit, clutching myself and fidgeting until I feel like I can move again. 

I think fast. With one hand, I open the linen closet next to the bathroom door and take out some towels. They’re already folded up. I quickly take off my pants and underwear. Doing that means I can’t hold myself, so it feels like the urine is coming closer and closer to leaking out. My hands shake and suddenly I start to leak. I quickly grab the towels and shove them up between my legs.

I can feel the warmth spread up beneath me and around my thighs. I sigh and relax into it. 

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