One day, when I came home from shopping, I felt a strong need to urinate, so I rushed to the bathroom at home. I ignored the accusations of the neighborhood association president, who was waiting for me with a garbage bag, and when I finally made it to the front door, I couldn't take my shoes off, and what I was holding in spilled out. The neighborhood association president saw me, and I was overcome with a strong sense of shame. Since then, the neighborhood association president has been playing with my body, and getting excited watching me urinate. It's as if he really enjoys it...