Are You Really Twenty Two?

Thanks to those of you who have stayed with me. You may have noticed that there's been nothing since the last Hermione update. I'm afraid the virus that we're probably all worried about got me, and it got me bad. I got out of the hospital yesterday, which I know doesn't leave me much time fulfil my obligations to you, but I fully intend to do so. With that in mind, here's the first chapter of a new story:

Chapter One

To tell the truth, Amelia didn’t know why she hadn’t gone before they left. Yes, the toilets weren’t the cleanest at the bar they’d ended the night in. It wasn’t a venue that you’d describe as swanky, but, like most women in their early twenties, Amelia had been in enough dives to have mastered the art of hovering over the seat rather than actually making contact. However, the cab ride home would be short and she’d thought that she would be able to hold on until they got home.

She knew that she was in trouble when they got to the taxi rank. To say that there would be a considerable wait for a taxi would have been something of an understatement. At the sight of the endless queue of people waiting, Amelia felt a sharp pang from her bladder. She bent over and crossed her legs.

‘Are you okay?’ asked her concerned boyfriend, Lucas.

‘Oh, I’m fine,’ she lied. ‘Just need a wee.’

‘You should have gone before we left,’ said Lucas.

‘It’s fine. I can hold it. I’m a big girl, you know.’

As the wait for a taxi went on, Amelia was less sure of that assessment, as she considered what might happen if she really couldn’t hold on. She hadn’t wet herself since she was in primary school, and that had been humiliating enough. All her classmates knew what she’d done after a boy in her class had pointed out the puddle under her chair and she’d had to borrow clothes from the school to wear for the rest of the day, including a pair of bright yellow knickers. She remembered wondering at the time how many other girls had worn those knickers after having a humiliating accident.

Another pang from her bladder brought her back to the present. The queue was moving, but at a glacial pace.

‘Can we just find somewhere with a toilet quickly?’ she asked.

‘And lose our place in the line? You’ll just have to hold it. Should be no problem for you, seeing as you’re such a big girl and all.’

Amelia blushed remembering her words. She certainly didn’t feel like a big girl now. She felt like she was on the verge of piddling her knickers like a toddler. If she did, she wondered how Lucas would react. He’d probably be grossed out. They’d been together long enough now that he doubted it was a relationship-ender, but it might well be a passion-killer, at least for tonight. It didn’t matter though, because 22 year olds don’t wet their pants, do they?

As they approached the front of the line, Amelia became more optimistic. Yes, it was true that she needed to go very badly. It took all of her self-control to not thrust her hand up her dress. However, they would soon have a taxi and then she’d just have to last the duration of the ride home. Plus, she’d be able to hold herself in the taxi and sit with her legs crossed, which should help.