“Ooh, I really need the loo!”, Amy muttered, shuffling in her seat. Halfway through social studies, and stuck with the strictest teacher in the world, she had no chance of escape. She fidgeted and squirmed, being reprimanded repeatedly by Mrs Grant. The clock ticked slowly, each second torturous. Eventually she realised she has no other option, and slowly raised her hand. “Mrs Grant, could I possibly… leave to use the bathroom?” she quietly asked, with little hope. “You should have gone at breaktime!” barked Mrs Grant, and turned back to the board. Amy struggled through five more minutes of agonising self control. Her bladder was fit to burst, and her genitals clenched and unclenched repeatedly in a vain effort to contain her pee. All of a sudden, she reached her … Read entire article »