Rosy is in a hurry through the streets of London. She's meeting you at your place, at six, and it's nearly time. She hates being late, and she needs to take a whizz. She gets there before you, and is waiting for you. Why are you late? The urge to pee hits her hard, and torrents stream through her pants. When you arrive she's there, waiting for you and wetting for you on your doorstep. Anyone could have seen her!