“What's wrong?” he whispered.
“I need to go,” was the surly reply. “I have needed to go for the last twelve hours and haven't had the opportunity.”
“Go?” asked Fitz. “Go where?”
Beth sighed. “You know … go. For a … euphemism.”
“A euphemism?” He was definitely confused now.
“Do I have to spell it out? I need to … go.”
―
Wayne Tyson,
Pride and Perpetration