You don't want to make Ms Thomspons wait any longer so you decide to hold on until you get to her place.
The pressure builds steadily on the drive. Once you get inside you ask. "Where is your toilet? I really need to go."
"Just down there." She points down a corridor. "The last door." Then she leaves to prepare dinner.
You move quickly to the door but find it locked. You are almost jumping on the spot to avoid wetting yourself. Whoever is in there is taking ages.
You lose the battle. First you feel your underpants become wet then a dark patch appears at the front of your jeans and starts spreading down the right leg.
That's when you hear the toiled finally flush. The door opens to reveal a girl. She is about 6 years old. This must be must be Ms Thompson's youngest daughter, Sarah.
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