I ran into her a few months ago at the video store of all places. I saw her standing by the back rack with her face buried in the alternative drama section. I walked up to her and gently touched her in her shoulder. Startled, she turned around and said, “Hey… you!... wow… how long has it been?”…”Too long”, said I, “listen, there’s a coffee shop around the corner, do you want to go get some? I’d like to catch up with you” “Sure” she said with a smile and a smirk in her eye. We talked about this and that, laughed, hugged, exchanged phone numbers and before we knew it… two hours had passed. When we realized how late it was, we both looked up and said, almost simultaneously, “oops”… we both were in trouble… we laughed, hugged once more and promised to talk on the phone the next day.
For the next two months, we talked on the phone nearly every day. One day, we even talked for about an hour and a half during lunch time, but we seldom saw each other. One exception was the day she called me at work just before noon and said… “hey, I’m at the Mall, wanna see a movie with me?” “What now?” “Yep, there’s a show starting at 12:10”. “Mmmm… that sounds cool. I’ll be there in about 10 minutes”. The movie seemed rather boring for a comedy, but, then again, I couldn’t really tell as we only watched parts of it… and that was the best part.
A couple of weeks ago, while on vacation, I had a big argument at home early in the morning. I needed to get out. I called the office and everything was OK. Still, I said, “there’s an emergency at the office, and I need to go”… and left. I drove around for a while, and then decided to call her. “Did I wake you up?” “No, I’m just cleaning the house and such” “Can I come over? I could help” “What now?” “Yep, well, actually I’m right outside. He he”… “You shit! I haven’t even taken a shower yet” “I don’t mind, do you?” “Well... a little bit… ah.. all right… come on in, but you gotta help”
We spent the morning cleaning, dusting, scrubbing, sweeping, dancing and laughing. “Hey, how come you got a bathtub?” “Came with the house, we’ve never used it, actually” “I love them, I used to have one in the States… they’re cool… bubbles!”
At lunch time, I ordered a pizza and we sat down to watch a movie she had rented. Suddenly, she stood up and said, "I have to pee." "Hey, can I watch?" I said, looking at the ceiling. "Watch me pee? What for?" "I don't know. I think it'd be cool." "Really?" she said, sitting back down again. "That's kind of funny you said that, because it reminds me something. When I was in high school, oh, I think it was in the ninth or tenth grade, there was me and a couple of other boys who used to sneak around and do things." "What things?" I started to ask. "Nothing much... drink, smoke pot. Nothing more really. We would go out to this empty lot that was once a construction site and have a ball. One day I told them that I had to pee really bad, but there was nowhere to go to really, so one of the boys, David was his name, told me to just do it there. We were already quite drunk, so I did. Well, I accidentally got some on David's shoes." "A-ha" "So then he," she said, and giggled, "whipped out his pee pee and started squirting it at me." "Whoa!" "Yeah. And then the other boy joined in as well and we all started spraying each other." "Well that wasn't very fair." "Obviously. I mean I couldn't aim very well or even squirt very high.. They soaked me through, however. They even got pee in my face." "Wow. So can I watch you pee?"
"Sure. It'll be nostalgic."
