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I was flying home from a vacation with my wife late last year. As we got into the security line at the airport, I noticed that the woman standing in front of us--a slender brunette in her mid-30s--was running her hands along the back of her skirt frequently. I looked down and noticed that the back of her grey pencil skirt had a circular wet spot about the size of a plate that covered her ass. It appeared that she had peed herself on the ride to the airport and now was hoping her skirt would dry before anyone noticed. The stain was kind of faded, so it appeared some time had passed since he

Julie shifted her legs nervously under the table. Her fidgeting was awkward, constrained by a tight pencil skirt that gave her legs little room to maneuver. She drew a deep breath. Her pulse raced. At the head of the conference room table, one of the department heads was droning on about his goals for the coming week. The lights were dimmed so that the room could more clearly see his PowerPoint presentation. Julie sat at the other end of the conference room table, one of a dozen participants of the company's Monday morning senior-staff meeting. Julie ran her fingers along the empty coffee