TIFFANY'S POV
“I'm feeling pressed. Who knows where the restroom is around here?” Tiffany asked, as she looked around the bar.
“I think it's that way.” Timothy said and pointed to a narrow corridor.
“I will be back. I need to release my bowels.” Tiffany said and walked away.
She followed the corridor and like Timothy predicted, it led her to the restroom. The first three had “Men” inscribed on the door and the next three had “Women” on the door.
She hurriedly pushed the door of the second one open and entered. Usually, she doesn't use public restrooms, but she had no option because she always felt the urge to pee whenever she was on her period.
She couldn't bring herself to sit on the water cistern so she squatted and peed. After peeing, she flushed and washed her hands in the washin
