Innovations

Olivia had yet to return from her place of work. Emily noticed the door of her room was locked when she walked into the house that evening.

Why did she care? She wondered when she recalled the task before her, and her reason to sort all of them out before the night departed.

She surged to her room and flung the handbag she used for work on the bed. Emily found her legs out of the bugging shoes and flung them to another intersection of the room before heading to the toilet.

A sigh escaped her lips while she eased herself on the white seat.

She could have accomplished this back at the office before departing this evening. But her thoughts too were on the urine, not terrifying her much before she docked home.

She was wrong, anyway.

The moment she stepped into the cab, her bladder was in conflagration and at some point, she cried out at the cab man to hurry with driving.

She thrust up another sigh, got up from the seat and irrigated the toilet. Emily walked out of the bathroom and