Typical. I was in class today and I have this really strict teacher who won't let a soul out of the room. I was sat next to this really pretty and leggy blonde girl and about 15 minutes into the lesson she looks behind her to see the clock in our classroom. When she saw the time, she cursed under her breath.

A couple of minutes later we were doing some group work, when she says to me, "Ooh! I'm dying for the loo!" Great, I thought. I had a tall, pretty blonde with a full bladder as my company for the next 45 minutes. A minute later, after crossing her legs over and over and squirming like nothing you've ever seen, she says, "I'm gonna go see the teacher. I'm dying for the loo!"

She stands up, readjusts herself, rubs her lower abdomen and, with mincing steps, hobbles over to the teacher. Imagine my disappointment when I see her quickly hobbling towards the door!

A few minutes later she returned, slumped in her seat with her long legs wide apart and said, "God that's better." Not for me, it's not. :(