From Paul Tester, author of “The All Day Girls“. Two more accounts of young women getting desperate and wet at train stations. This follows on from the previous post.
Did they manage to wait?
Another night on the same station. A pair of girls, both good figures, about 18 or 20, wearing jeans, hurried on to the station and tried to get into the Ladies. Of course they were out of luck and they stood at the door with their legs tightly crossed, clearly desperate.
One asked, “What can we do, I’m desperate? Is there another loo anywhere?”
Her friend looked at her watch and replied, “We must get the last tube (underground train, metro, subway…) there isn’t time to look.”
Then she continued hopefully “There must be a loo down there, that might be open, and we can go there.”
The underground station was next to the station, and I knew perfectly well that there was no Ladies toilet ‘down there,’ nor would there be one on any train. Once in the underground station or on the train, those girls would have no chance of a pee until their destination, and very little chance of a toilet there, but at least they would have time to find somewhere in the street.
From the way these two where knotting their legs, they were very desperate and in great need of a pee, and if they were to get their last train, they were going to have to wait at least another thirty minutes, assuming that their train was not delayed. Late night underground trains are usually crowded and have open seating arrangements, so there was not much chance of them getting a compartment to themselves, where they could have held themselves to try and wait, or could have squatted and peed on the floor, or the seat. There was going to be people watching them all the time and even if they had to wet themselves, the pee would have flooded out of their jeans and onto the floor, making a very visible puddle. There is a video clip on Maxie’s site showing a girl doing just this, and how visible it would be to other passengers. Those two girls had no option but to wait until they reached their destination, then to walk away and find somewhere in the street to pee. They must have been holding to their very limit.
What happened? The only wetting.
The same station, late on a Saturday night, a couple came in and the lady, a slightly plump girl of 20 or so, wearing pink and white striped casual trouser, not particularly tight, immediately tried to get in the Ladies. At that time there was a notice on the door, telling ladies the time it was locked and helpfully giving poor directions to another Ladies. Standing with her legs crossed and jigging from foot to foot in frustration (or desperation) she waited there for her boyfriend to walk over and see what the problem was. Pointing to the directions on the door, she said “Find that place. Quickly!” She was must have been more desperate than she looked. The boyfriend did not look as if he had any idea where that place was, (It was just a street name and no map or anything helpful) but he led her outside the station. Knowing that there were many places down dark side streets where a lady could squat and pee, particularly if she had some friendly male to keep guard for her, I did not bother to follow her, but waited for more sightings.
Five or ten minutes later they came back, the boyfriend leading and the lady walking in a very strange way, sideways with her back to the station wall. At first I thought that they had not found anywhere for her to pee and she was walking sideways, to keep her legs crossed, because she was desperate, but I then managed to get a better view of her. She was walking in such a strange manner, which drew everybody’s attention to her, because she had wet herself. I got a good look at her, and it was a very strange wetting pattern; she had a hand sized wet patch at the back of her trousers, where the crutch joins the bum, is the only way I can describe it. I could never quite work out what she had done, but my best guess is that she had been very desperate, and let a spurt of pee go before she had got her trousers far enough down; either that or she had been interrupted mid-pee and had pulled her trousers up before she could pinch off the torrent. It was most certainly not the normal wetting pattern, as if she had let a spurt of pee go in her knickers; that would have made a similar wet patch but between her legs and much nearer the front.