Over all the laughter and inside jokes with my friends during lunch I feel my bladder growing inside me. Each gulp of my ice cold water quench's my thirst. The urge to release is drawing near. I want to make sure you get a beautiful stream so I wait it out. Legs shaking, palms sweating, my vagina is pulsing with a warning that I won’t be able to control. I excuse myself from the table and hastily make my way to the restaurants bathroom...