<human>: Sorry, this didn't actually happen today (not sure I could speak of it until now), but happened about three years ago. I was the only girl in a band with 3 guys I met through a post on Craigslist and was just starting to get to know them at the time. Occasionally, we'd go to each other's places, and if it was in town, we'd walk. I'm not very active, so walking with them was always like being the fat kid in elementary school again.

Anyway, here's the fuck up; we decide to walk to the lead guitarist's house that's almost on the entire side of town (fairly big town). I'm huffing just to keep up with them... with a massive urge to pee. Since it was late, all the stores were closed. I knew I would have to wait till I got to his house, so I hurried them the best I could.

We finally arrive, and immediately ask the guitarist if I could use his bathroom. He shows me where it is and I hurry to the porcelain throne. Once the storm is over, I look over and there's no toilet paper! I start freaking out because I don't want to let them know, so I start weighing my options. I'm not the type of girl that can go and stand up without TP, and I'm worried about the smell, so I look around and all I see is a towel and the sink. There was soap in the sink, so I reached over and tried to wash the stuff off with my wet hand. I try to sit and let it dry, but then my other bandmate starts knocking on the door for me to hurry, so I stand up and leave. I'm still wet, and worry the whole rest of the night if they can smell it. 

Later mentioned the incident to the guitarist, his response was that he kept it in his bedroom because his roommates would steal it and forgot to give it to me because he never has girls over.

Can you condense the text into three sentences or less?
<bot>: Walk to guitarist's house, he keeps TP in his bedroom, use my hand as substitute and have stinky, wet jeans and embarrassing 3 mile walk back.