Once when I was out hiking in the woods with my family, I desperately needed to pee.

But there were no toilets handy, so I wandered off the track a little way to select a suitable spot. I soon found a handy little spot, at the edge of a steep bank with a conveniently located handrail.

So I pulled my shorts and panties down to my ankles and squatted down, extending my bottom over the edge of the walk so I would not wet my shorts, and proceeded to pee, facing the area where I knew my family to be.

To my horror, as I was midstream, I heard a loud cheer behind me and turned slightly to see that a crowd of young men were observing me from the bottom of the bank. The worst thing was that I couldn't stop and had to continue in that pose for about 30 seconds (which seemed like ten minutes) until I had finished.

All I could do then was to stand up, take a bow and make a speedy exit.