It was a lovely summer night in the Dominican Republic and my cousin had taken me out along with some friends for a party at a car wash. We were talking, dancing, drinking, having a good time. I’d never been this drunk before, and I could feel my bladder filling up pretty quickly. Soon enough, I was desperate to pee. I hadn’t seen any bathrooms when I’d arrived. I knew we weren’t gonna be leaving anytime soon, and I was afraid but also kind of turned on at the thought of possibly having to pop a squat somewhere. Luckily, I found out there was a single toilet for women. I stumbled over there an