I Couldn't Hold it Through the Meeting

I told myself I could hold it.The meeting was important. I looked professional, polished... tight pencil skirt, sheer tights, not a hair out of place. But as the minutes dragged on and my bladder swelled, I could feel everything slipping. The pressure. My control. My dignity.I couldn't move. Couldn't excuse myself. Not without everyone watching. So I stayed seated and clenched and smiled like noth...