I sighed and went back to being bored by Keats and Shelley. I was going to pee.
Clara came up behind me and started rubbing my shoulders. “Just slowly let it out. Don’t let it out too quickly or you might leak.”
I looked at her. “I’m not going to wet my pants,” I whispered. I felt a trickle escape.
She rubbed my back. “It’s okay. Just relax.”
I closed my eyes and let the inevitable happen. It was so warm. Hot water exploded around my privates and I bit my tongue to keep from moaning in relief. I tried to stay still and listen as my urethra muscles decided to go on strike. I would not give the cheerleader the pleasure of knowing she made me wet in diapers for the first time since I was a baby.