Daisy, James Wife

Daisy shifted uncomfortably in her seat, feeling the pressure build in her bladder. She had been holding it in for what felt like an eternity, but she knew she couldn't use the bathroom without permission from her husband, James. She glanced over at him, hoping to catch his eye, but he was engrossed in his phone, oblivious to her discomfort.

She cleared her throat, trying to get his attention, but he just grunted and continued scrolling. Daisy felt a bead of sweat trickle down her forehead as she squirmed in her seat, her legs crossed tightly in a futile attempt to hold it in.