Jack could feel his bladder hollering at him, the pressure pushing over into pain while he tries to hold it. The store employee (young, attractive woman, just like Auntie Brenda told him to look for) was talking to him, answering his questions, but she was giving him some strange looks; she’d be hard pressed not to notice his squirming, or the red flush he can feel burning up his face. She asks him if he’s alright, but before he can get a few syllables out his bladder just gives up, […]