I can't stop deliberately wetting myself in public. At risk of being sacked, I'm going to try therapy to see if it helps. The Institute for Fetish Dissolution guarantee they'll rid me of my fetish but I had no idea they would force me to strip in public, pee in my therapist's mouth and perform a burlesque watersports routine in front of a cheering crowd. I get the feeling that by the time my therapy's over, I'll be more in love with desperation than ever before.