Tuesday, November 27, 2007

The Bathroom Stall

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.

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