Unfortunately, the lifting of your leg is just enough to finally release all that you've been holding back. Your bladder finally bursts and you have an accident. Fortunately, you don't get it in the car, but that's little consolation considering the puddle that has now formed at your feet.
Ms Thompson notices immediately and quickly gurus over. "Oh dear, I didn't realise you had to go that badly. I'm sorry." She pauses for a moment, "Let's get you cleaned up. Head to the back, we'll just get some of your stuff."
Complying, you head to the trunk with her, sitting down on the back ledge. In the trunk she has your bags, and also some grocery bags. She speaks.
"Hey, I've just been grocery shopping, and since my youngest, Sarah, still wets the bed, I have some pull-ups here if you want. No pressure, I just want to make sure if, well... I don't know if this happens often or..." She trails off. "They might be a little tight, but they should still fit you."
You really don't think that you need pull-ups, but you are kind of curious to see what they feel like.
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