The pressure.

I decide to squeeze out the littlest bit. Just to take the edge off of the pain. In a room full of collegues this is a risky task. When something is that eager to escape, opening the door is ill-advised. Yet I must procede. I very carefully release my grip on the beast.

Ooh. A bit too loud. Due to the pressure, my control was not accurate.

I'm writing with my right hand and typing with my left as if nothing happened. My furrowed brow only hints at the wealth of activity taking place in my mind. The peers in the library will never suspect me.

But wait a minute. The vibration was powerful, yet the sound was discreet. The girls to my left and right could never suspect me. I've been spared by the muffling technology of the chair. The soft leather has craddled my ass in a way like no other.

With caution I may procede.

I let it all go, and I mean I am going for the gold with this one. A broadening smile forms across my face as the backs of my legs are vibrated into numbness. I can feel my ass cheeks slapping together with great force, almost painfully, yet the chair absorbs all. The suddenly empty feeling of my stomach is surprisingly satisfying.

Silence. I smile at the girls and they smile back. I return my hands, which had been braced against the desk throughout the glorious fart, to the arm rests of this marvelous chair. I triumphantly lean back, pleased with what I've gotten away with.

That's when it hits me. The chair is not special at all. Great horror. I have been listening to Darude's Sandstorm via my headphones at an extreamly high volume. No fart was muffled. The smiles I had witnessed were not of kindness or atraction, but of sorrrow and pitty. I look around and all eyes are on me. People smiling, embaressed from witnessing my anus's speech.

I am not the man who flees and leaves the aroma for others to deal with. I must continue with my work and suffering. The situation is tense. One more? Could I possibly do it?

Yes. The hair on my neck stiffens. I embrace the arms of the two neighboring girls. My eyes are shut and wattering. The impact will leave the 2nd level of this library in sheer chaos. One, two, and squeeeeez. Freedome! Ahhh, relief, sound and smell complimenting each other like art. Sweet glory. I have reached the end, and have seen the light.

Im free!