It seems we have yet another airline stewardess living at this house. There must be a whole group of them sharing. Odd how they all seem to end up in trouble while in need of a bathroom. Still, let's be grateful for small mercies. Melanie brings her personality to the familiar locked out situation. Rather than just bang on the door in the hope of being heard, she makes a call to her boyfriend to learn that he won't be home any time soon, and that their sub-tenant should be in, but apparently isn't. Melanie goes back to her car to search for her house keys, in case they fell out of her bag. ...

It seems we have yet another airline stewardess living at this house. There must be a whole group of them sharing. Odd how they all seem to end up in trouble while in need of a bathroom. Still, let's be grateful for small mercies. Melanie brings her personality to the familiar locked out situation. Rather than just bang on the door in the hope of being heard, she makes a call to her boyfriend to learn that he won't be home any time soon, and that their sub-tenant should be in, but apparently isn't. Melanie goes back to her car to search for her house keys, in case they fell out of her bag. When her search yields nothing, she tries to open a bedroom window to gain access to the house, again without success, and runs around to try both the back door and the garage doors, but all are locked. Desperate to the point of bursting now, Melanie returns to the front door for one last on it, but it's no good and she simply can't wait any longer. Pee explodes out of her and gushes down her legs and over her boots, soaking the back of her skirt and covering her tights in wet streaks. She finally relaxes, the pressure gone from her bladder, and calmly picks up her back and returns to her car, emptying her bag and placing it on the driver's seat so that she can sit down without getting pee on the upholstery. She departs, presumably going to a friend's house to shower and get a change of clothes.