Naked under the full moon in peed pants accident, she straddles the lounger backwards. The city skyline watches her ride her own fingers, crying “peed pants accident” into the night. Every bounce repeats the word: “peed pants accident… peed pants accident… harder peed pants accident!” Wind carries her screams as she grinds to a gushing climax that drips down the cushion in silver “peed pants accident” trails.