The Walk of Shame

As Sophia disappeared from view, Jay was left staring blankly at the quiz in his hand, his mind reeling from the shock of what had just happened. The warmth spreading through his pants was a stark reminder of his loss of control, and he felt his face burning with embarrassment. He slowly rose from his seat, the movement causing a faint squelching sound from his soiled pants. He grimaced, mortified, and glanced around the room as if searching for an escape from his humiliation.

His eyes landed on the clock on the wall, and he was surprised to see that only a few minutes had passed since Sophia had left the room.

As the clock seemed to mock him, Jay slowly began to move towards the bathroom, the squelching sound from his pants growing louder with each step. He felt like he was trapped in a nightmare, with no escape from the humiliation that threatened to consume him. The sensation of warm liquid spreading through his pants was a constant reminder of his loss of control, and he couldn't help but wonder if Sophia had intentionally set out to embarrass him.

As he reached the bathroom door, he hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering over the doorknob. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts, and slowly turned the handle so he could clean up his pants like he was back in kindergarten only this time there was no teacher to help him.