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Frantically, I grasp the doorknob, jiggling it, begging for release. My bladder's about to explode, and I can't stop the flow. My pants grow heavier, the fabric clinging to my skin as the stream continues, soaking through. In this private, mortifying moment, I find no escape but to embrace my body's demands, pants filling with my desperate, amber release.