I went shopping at the sports store with my boyfriend, and I had to fart. It was the tiniest of farts. Barely a whisper, and so small that I almost felt nothing breeze through my butt cheeks. But as soon as I released that pinch of a toot, my boyfriend
Friday evenings I go to a fitness class after work. The room is small, so it gets crowded. Doing push ups is a little like playing Twister– you have to maneuver yourself to avoid touching anyone. I somehow found a spot where my head was close to a guy’s mid-section.