I just want to tell my case. My name is Zlata and I am 24 years old. I live in a small town on the Volga. I work as a nurse in a local clinic. A couple of years ago our head physician had an anniversary, 50 years old. He celebrated his jubilee at home, and we, the girls, laid the table at the end of the working day. Brought wine, cake and candy. After sitting for an hour and finally drinking tea, it was decided to go home. I live twenty minutes from work. Most likely this is why I decided to be patient and go down in a more familiar, homely toilet. I do not know, maybe this is how wine works, but halfway to the house I already wanted to cast so much that I started to hurt the lower abdomen. I almost ran to the house. At the same time she managed not to keep the jet once. As I was not strained, the trickle flowed out of my will. From horror, I was covered with cold sweat, but I still found the strength to stop and peek at my feet. Thank God that I was not in pants. The tights seem to be dry, and passers-by will not see under the skirt. Running up to the house, I almost cried from annoyance. I still somehow managed to endure. However, where would I go. Near the entrance they used to sit as neighbors. I can imagine how surprised they would be when they saw the described Zlata. Standing by the elevator, I already thought - to wait for it or to run to the twelfth floor itself. There was no one at the entrance, and this gave me the opportunity to press the crotch with my hand and shift from one foot to the other.

- Hello, Aunt Zlata ...

A floor mate came up to me, a 9-year-old girl. The elevator opened and we went upstairs. The twelfth floor for me was now as far as any Australia.

- Aunt Zlat, and my mother for tea sent ...

A trickle ran down my leg. I was again covered with cold sweat and something muttered in response. I tightly squeezed my legs together and tried not to look down. Unwittingly, I clearly imagined - how embarrassing I would be later if I piss on the elevator right now. Well, there would be one. Twelfth. The elevator opened and I just ran to my door. Looking for keys in the bag was beyond my strength. I began to ring the doorbell, knowing that my sister should be at home. I heard footsteps outside the door and then I gave up. Almost bent in half, I still hoped that this would happen at least in the hallway. On the legs at first slowly, then everything flowed faster. The door opened and I almost knocked my sister ran to the toilet. The sister seems to have noticed nothing. I caught only her surprised eyes. Running up to the toilet, I suddenly realized that I no longer needed there. Standing at the door, I looked at my feet. There was a wet spot on the front of the skirt. A small puddle spread under my feet - the result of standing at the toilet door. Throughout the corridor where I ran, wet footprints. The sister standing at the front door still looked at me with wide eyes. She already understood everything and did not know what to say to me. However, then we even laughed at it. That's how I piss in 24 years.