His face was bright red, he was pushing with every ounce of strength he could muster. And he wasn’t a particularly strong guy. He certainly wasn’t a weakling, but he wasn’t a body builder either.
This was incredibly difficult, it may well have been the hardest thing Jo had ever done.
He pushed again, he pushed so hard, with everything he had.
He was alone, which he was glad of, he didn’t want anyone to see him, not like this. He looked around the small room in which this seemingly impossible task had trapped him. He wanted to do this, he wanted to have that immense sense of satisfaction that he knew would follow the completion of this epic battle. He needed to finish this, and he really needed to get the hell out of this tiny little room.
He had to escape.
He knew what he had to do, he had to give it one more go, one more push, that would do it.
So he did, he pushed and he pushed.
And he did it!
He finally pushed hard enough, he was done.
Then he wiped his arse, pulled up his trousers and left the bathroom.