I began walking toward the box of Kleenexes in the back of the theater, so I could clean up. ‘What’re you doing?’ the clerk asked. ‘I don’t ...ant your stinking ass cum in here. There’s a bathroom out past the counter. Go in there to wipe.’ I started back for my clothes, but my wife said, ‘Don’t worry honey. I’ll keep an eye on your pants until you get back. Oh, and don’t clean your face. You should be proud to wear that cum around your mouth. After all, everyone should see what a good cocksucker. Like the cat that’d spotted a bird nest. By then it was around eleven o’clock and I was ready to head for my car for a lift. I invited her along. As we were partaking and any inhibitions I might have brought with me were gone I began raving about how I wanted to grab that bartender’s crotch. “He’d let you,” she said turning toward me. I then asked her where she took off to all the time. “The restroom,” Very matter of fact was she. “The last time you went,” I said locking in on her big eyes,. “....and you know what fell out when I picked up Mr. Brides prescription bag for him?? A month’s supply of Viagra” said Miss Trottle in a fit of laughter. The three laughed and passed cutting comments about their principle as they continued to knock back the beer. “Well…” said Miss T, “It’s about time to get out of here I think, my blouse is pretty much dry” she added, throwing an accusatory glance towards Rich who simply sat there with a stupid grin on his face. She walked over to the. After a while he settled on an old rerun of "Bewitched." The one good thing about his condition was that he couldn't tell whether it was the good Darrin or the second one.He was half-asleep when he heard someone behind him. He didn't even have the strength left to turn around.Someone in a black shiny outfit flitted through the periphery of his vision. His eyes remained fixed on the TV. It was hard enough trying to focus without adding to the complexity by moving his eyes.Whoever it was walked.