Sortie / Day One / Bus Dance
Ten minutes into the bus ride, Sara’s emotional state shifts. As she seems unaware of her admirer, there is no immediately obvious reason for the shift. You cannot miss the jangling clatter of rising stress in the girl, but there seems to be no explanation. She grows increasingly agitated, even though she is sitting perfectly still, staring at her shoes.
Eventually, the source of her discomfort reveals itself, if only to you. Sara begins shifting her her seat, only a tiny bit--first one way, and then the other. Then she begins to squeeze her thighs together, first in one long press, then kind of rhythmically. In her rush to clean up this morning, she neglected to use the toilet. She has not peed in at least 10 hours and now that is catching up with her...here...in the middle of a long bus ride.
It turns out to take another ten minutes to get to the stop in front of Sara’s middle school. During those ten minutes her subtle little pee-pee dance mounts from virtually imperceptible, to practically folding herself into a pretzel on her seat. As the bus pulls to a stop in front of the school and the door opens, Sara breaks under the arm of the lady standing at the front of the bus and out onto the sidewalk at something near a sprint.
You note, even if no one else does, that the well-heeled man in the grey suit is still on the bus and that his eyes follow her out.
You...