Erin’s bladder screamed at her. She wished she could have lied that her homework was done, but Mary would have checked it. Arguing with her stepmother would be pointless at best, so she had no option but to try to finish. Her concentration kept breaking as her bladder constantly informed her it needed to empty. Soon, she was holding herself with her left hand as she desperately tried to finish her ever-growing list of problems with her right.
It was a futile effort. Her bladder finally won, and wet warmth spread around her groin as her fingers did nothing to stop it. Her clothes could not absorb it all, and it puddled on the chair and dripped down onto the kitchen floor, forming a very obvious yellow pool underneath her.
