It’s time for a spot of light reading. I browse the shelves looking for something to occupy me. I am wearing grey jeans, a grey top and my cute little feet are bare. Once I’ve made my selection, I make myself comfortable on the floor and begin to get immersed in my book. Little do I know my bladder has opened all by itself and suddenly I am wetting my jeans. A damp patch forms at my crotch and cascades down the inside of my legs. I soon tire of my selected read so I choose something else. After changing books a couple of times, I relax into the warm, wet puddle I’ve created never taking my ...

It’s time for a spot of light reading. I browse the shelves looking for something to occupy me. I am wearing grey jeans, a grey top and my cute little feet are bare. Once I’ve made my selection, I make myself comfortable on the floor and begin to get immersed in my book. Little do I know my bladder has opened all by itself and suddenly I am wetting my jeans. A damp patch forms at my crotch and cascades down the inside of my legs. I soon tire of my selected read so I choose something else. After changing books a couple of times, I relax into the warm, wet puddle I’ve created never taking my eyes off the page. What can I say? Sometimes I’m just too lazy to get up and go!