I hurried out of Philosophy class for no apparent reason (I guess). “I did pretty good today”, I mumbled in my head. I was half my way across the hall when something sparked in my pants — I had to pee. I turned to the opposite direction to head for the comfort room but here comes another stopper — (shit I wanna f*** her) my hot classmate whose name I am not able to spell. “Man, I’d feed her all she wants if she’d let me.”, I mumbled again.

P.S.
I’m Filipino and comfort rooms are lavatories in my country.