by Ari Collins
The next stall giggled Claire's giggle. Claire. And not alone.
I threw over a condom. "Hey, buddy. Hurts when I pee, buddy. Use it."
She laughed. "We've got dental dams."
"And you're in the Ladies Room." A deeper voice. But throaty. Not male.
Hell with my date. I used the window, walked home, got drunker.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
The Bathroom Stall
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