Mitch,

These exercises with the deeply personal cast I find difficult to 
make comment, but this one I loved! Well described is all the agony 
we go through trying to conform to a notion of social propriety 
despite being severely inconvenienced...One does not really matter, 
of course, just the vaguely hypocritical notion of bourgeois 
expectations!

Well done!
TaMO

--- In fiction_writers_workshop@y..., Mitch <gigzoo@y...> wrote:
> Exercise 3:8
> 
> Part I
> 
> Just before lunch Miranda's stomach began to churn. 
> The construction work going on in her belly had not
> stopped for over twelve hours and had kept her up most
> of the previous night tossing and turning in an
> aggravated assault.
> 
> Her rickety boss Mr. Bonesmith appeared at her office
> door just as she had gotten up to go to the restroom
> cradling her stomach.  "Miranda I need the trial
> balance for a meeting with the Board in a half hour"
> Mr. Bonesmith asserted his skeletal frame standing
> erect and unwavering in front of Miranda's small body.
>  He extended one rigid finger on the edge of her desk
> and firmly said "Now!" then turned around not waiting
> for her to respond.
> 
> She inhaled the order from Mr. Bonesmith and it
> settled uncomfortably down into the depths of her
> bowels.   Her stomach let out a raucous gurgle as if a
> drain was about to back up and Miranda made haste
> towards the washroom next to her office.  Inside the
> pristine white tiled ladies room a few of her
> co-workers meandered around the sinks gossiping about
> the new hunky executive in the payroll department. 
> Knowing her bowels were going to erupt at any moment
> she required immediate privacy.  Making up a fast
> excuse to the girls, she mumbled that she was looking
> for another co-worker and hurriedly head to the
> washroom across from the Accounting Department where
> there were no female employees and she would have the
> one stall privy all to herself without interruption.
> 
> Rushing slowly with small fast steps past the men in
> the Accounting Department she nodded "hello" and was
> relieved to reach the inside of the small bathroom. 
> She walked into the metal stall sat on the cool white
> seat of the toilet and the hideous symphony of crudely
> played violins and an off key ballad let out an
> explosion of diarrhea that splattered the sides of the
> pure white toilet bowl.  Small beads of sweat surfaced
> on her forehead and she sighed with the brief relief.
> 
> The riveting pain in her intestines ceased for a
> moment and she took the opportunity to remove a
> tampon, the gush of blood that followed the absorbent
> cotton wad fell into the toilet with a plop and the
> door to the small washroom opened.
> 
> "What a stink! Light that cigarette fast to burn off
> that smell."  Sarah said, the unattractive but very
> fashionable girl who worked in the Marketing
> department.
> 
> "I bet one of those men from the Accounting department
> snuck in here and took a dump!  Oh gag what a
> disgusting smell!" Tammy, the prettier of the two said
> as she lit two cigarettes and handed one to Sarah. 
> The smell of a bedpan that hadn't been cleaned in a
> week permeated the eight-foot by ten-foot room.
> 
> Sarah and Tammy were joined at the hip and did
> everything together.  There private club was
> impenetrable and their intimidating gate throughout
> the office frightened Miranda and made her be on her
> best behaviour so that she would never end up the butt
> of their insidious remarks.  "It was probably that
> geek Simon!"  Tammy added with a chortle.
> 
> Miranda's heart began to beat rapidly with nervousness
> and felt another eruption traveling through her
> innards.  Trying with all her might she squeezed the
> cheeks of her bottom sucking in her breath and
> attempting to control herself without making a sound. 
> Her toes curled up at the ends and tried to poke
> through the tight leather at the tips, she dug her
> heels into the tile floor.  An unopened tampon sat in
> her stiff hand as she was locked in place like an
> absurd version of the Thinker hoping not to wrinkle
> the crisp white paper of the tampon with a sound that
> might give her away.
> 
> Miranda peeked through a sliver in between the metal
> door and frame of the stall and saw the girls drag
> languidly on their cigarettes; in her mind praying
> that the cigarettes would burn down fast and they
> would leave before she would have to reveal herself. 
> Miranda was prepared to sit frozen in the
> uncomfortable position all day if she had to.
> 
> An uncontrollable fist grabbed her intestines and
> Miranda doubled over attempting to hold on.  Her face
> flushed and damp, a sound reverberated of the metal
> stall walls like air being let out of ten balloons
> simultaneously and Miranda's jaw fell down to her
> knees as she peeked through the sliver and saw the
> girls surprised faces looking at each other silently
> like "what was going on?"   She flushed the toilet
> right away.  Miranda hadn't been fully discovered yet
> so hoped that by flushing the toilet it would scare
> the girls out of the room.  She sat quietly undoing
> the wrapper of the tampon while the toilet made loud
> whishing sounds and quickly inserted it.  Tammy and
> Sarah haphazardly butted their smokes out in the sink
> drain and rushed out of the washroom.
> 
> Miranda walked out of the stall and washed her hands
> letting the cold-water rush over the insides of her
> wrists and took a scratchy brown paper towel to wipe
> down her sweating forehead.  Relief had come and it
> was the first time she had felt well in over half a
> day.
> 
> She walked out of the bathroom and Sarah and Tammy
> hovered over Simon's desk, an accounting nerd who had
> spent the last ten years playing Dungeons and Dragons.
>  Flirting and cooing their eyes were on Miranda
> knowing she was the bathroom culprit and they looked
> at each other and began to laugh hysterically.
> 
> Miranda walked up to them and shouted, "What's your
> problem?  Never had diarrhea before?"
> 
> 
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