From Paul Tester, author of “The All Day Girls“, in the latest installment of his train station sightings.
Readers familiar with my stories will know that to the annoyance of some as I always refer to the area between a lady’s legs, where she presses so hard when she is desperate, as her crutch, while many say it is her crotch. The argument will go on, but I am not going to change. Sometimes this terminology can cause confusion, as in the next sighting.
It was on the same station, a different night. Two girls, about 20, came onto the station, one had hurt her leg or ankle, and was walking with the aid of crutches, and being helped along by her friend. This friend, wearing very tight faded jeans, was trying to support the girl with one hand while she was holding her crutch with the other (Between her legs, not the mobility aid her friend was using). She helped her mobility impaired friend to a seat, while making no attempt to hide that she was holding her crutch, and then ran, as fast as it was possible with one hand between her legs, to the Ladies toilet, which was of course, locked. I was moving in that direction to get a better view, but before I got close, she stood, hand pressing between her knotted legs, looking round the station for any alternative Ladies. Then, deciding that there was no alternative, she ran, still holding as hard as she could, out of the station. Since she had just come in the same way, she must have known that there was no Ladies outside, because she did not hesitate, but immediately squatted between two parked cars and peed. I was lagging some way behind, as I could only walk while she was running, so by the time I arrived she had finished her pee and was standing up, pulling up her jeans. I had to walk casually past her, and could not get a good view of her puddle, but whatever she had done, it had been quick, so she must have peed a real torrent. Nor was I able to get a clear view of her jeans to see if she had started to wet herself.
I would think that she had been holding on with all her strength, desperate to pee, but thinking that if she could only wait until the station there would be a ladies there, and never thinking it would be shut. The shock of finding it shut must have been too much for her and she was starting to lose control of her bladder and was about to wet herself. Suddenly she was in the awful situation: either squat in the street or pee in her knickers and jeans. On reflection, I think that this lady and the one in the waiting room were both in the same situation: they could not wait any longer and it was either pee in public or in their knickers. Both took the sensible option, because if you pee in public, only a few people will see you, while if you pee in your knickers or jeans, they will remain wet for hours and everybody will know you have wet yourself. In both cases in the poorly lit station, it was not possible to see if there was any wet patches between their legs. But, no lady would walk along a well-lit, crowded street or in a busy station, also well-lit, openly holding her crutch unless she wanted to pee so badly that she felt she was going to wet herself if she did not hold back her pee. Where she squatted to pee was also the very first place she came to, once outside the station, where she could possibly have squatted for a pee. Any sooner and she would have had to squat on the pavement or in the station entrance. A case of “I must pee, anywhere, I don’t care where, or who can see, I can’t possibly hold it any longer. It’s do it here or in my knickers.”