The only time one of my ladies got caught short was when we stayed a weekend in the city.
We had gone to a football game, and drank more, vastly overpriced beer, than we thought and never thought about getting back to the hotel. We left the stadium along with 50,000 other people who all had the same idea, trying to get home on a cold winters night. Lines for the tram were impossibly long, taxi's were non existent, so we decided to hoof it, 20 blocks to the hotel. By the time we had gone 5 blocks, Mary was in distress, muttering under her breath, cursing the beer, cursing us for laughing at her, cursing the people that still surrounded us. There was nowhere she could go, so she gamely struggled on for another 5 blocks or so, then while waiting at traffics lights, I heard her say 'fuck it' under her breath, and watched as she emptied herself in public.
She soaked those little tight blue jeans totally, the way they shone in the city lights, then just turned into the wet jeans look. Several people noticed, and I heard a few disgusted comments, so I took my jacket off and tied it around her waist. She mouthed a silent 'thank you' and with tears in her eyes, continued the walk to the hotel. Maigh was embarrassed too, but she told me later that it was the comments that she heard that did it, not Mary peeing her jeans.
i don't know if it was the jeans wet with pee, or the walk in them, but something irritated her, she was red raw when we peeled them off, got her into the shower, and cleaned her up. We all had a laugh over it later that night, and more than made up for it the next morning, lol. Whoever made up that hotel room got a nice surprise, and a pair of smelly skinny jeans complete with spider web knickers.
I still remember the corner of Swanston and Elizabeth Street, in Melbourne to this day, and I will always remember what happened there.