Poor Eden took a short smoke break on the porch in between meetings, but she accidentally locked the door behind her! Now she frantically searches the porch to find a key, but alas, none can be found. She is absolutely mortified at the thought of doing such an indecent thing as pee in the yard or the woods, but the idea of peeing her pants is even worse. How can a grown woman face such degradation or humiliation? But as she contemplates her options and tries to maintain her dignity, her bladder betrays her and releases its contents. How can she go into this next meeting with the knowledge that...

Poor Eden took a short smoke break on the porch in between meetings, but she accidentally locked the door behind her! Now she frantically searches the porch to find a key, but alas, none can be found. She is absolutely mortified at the thought of doing such an indecent thing as pee in the yard or the woods, but the idea of peeing her pants is even worse. How can a grown woman face such degradation or humiliation? But as she contemplates her options and tries to maintain her dignity, her bladder betrays her and releases its contents. How can she go into this next meeting with the knowledge that her jeans were soaked with urine and a puddle remains at the front door?