I put my purse in front of my crotch and quickly felt my crotch... it was WET! Shit, it soaked through. Crap, I'm just going to let some out and relie...ve some pressure. So I relaxed for a second and let another HUGE spurt of piss out! it spurted through my tight pants and I felt the hot liquid hit my feet & ankle. I kept my purse in front of me & no one noticed "ok... maybe I'll make it" but the line hasn't moved much & there was still like 20 ppl ahead. The next 10 minutes, I didnt' dare look. “I do so like a long hood. How about you, Jill?”The 1940s wartime chanteuse shrugs. “Never bothered me to tell you the truth. Cut, un-cut. So long as they could go the distance. Carl Gombrich was one of the best.”Loretta Ball sniffs derisorily. “Gombrich the Groper – the Harvey Weinstein of the 1950s.”“At least he used the casting couch in his office!”“I always used to say girth is more important than length,” offers sultry Delia del Rio with a wicked grin, adjusting her décolletage to reveal. " Don't hang up, Kenny. Is she coming over to your house tonight, or not?" If she is, I don't know about it. I'll call her. Maybe it was supposed to be a surprise for me." If it was, don't tell her I told you, okay?" Okay. See you."I dialed over to Brenda's house, and Richard answered the phone."May I speak to Brenda?" She left." May I speak to your mother, then?" Hold on a minute, I think I just heard Brenda. I thought she left already." He put the receiver down hard, but I already had it away. “Miss Powell, I clocked you doing about 89 about 2 miles back, and you were swerving a little. You didn’t leave your lane, but you got pretty close. Is everything all right?” Oh she had a sweet little voice, but I could also feel the authority behind the voice and knew that even though she looked fragile I was pretty sure she could handle herself. “I’m sorry Officer I was a bit distracted.” “Miss Powell you don’t look so good, are you feeling all right?” She said. “I’m just nervous.