I began muttering to myself as I clenched my butt cheeks tightly together, “Hold it! Hold it! Hold it in.”
When I felt that I couldn’t wait another second I cried out, “I can’t hold it any longer! Please pull over!”
The car was no sooner on the shoulder of the road then I threw open the door opposite traffic and started to get out fast, but carefully so as not to have an accident in my pants.
“Wait!” Mom called after me.
“Mom I can’t…” I started to complain, but stopped when I saw she was handing me a fist full of napkins. I felt a bit stupid for not thinking that far ahead.
I ran about fifteen feet so that I could squat in a ravine for a little privacy.
“Come on, come on!” I groaned while fumbling to get my belt undone and my pants pulled down.