The party went on around us as I talked to Marilyn, or Maz as she preferred to be called. We reminisced about our time at the academy and gossiped abo...t others who’d been there. “ A little bird tells me you’re queer too. Anyone special?”“Happily single.”“Me too, determinedly so in fact. In this game, one is surrounded by so many beautiful women what’s the fucking point of chaining yourself to one?”Her long fingers pushed a strand of my hair out of my eyes and behind my ear. “Tidy you up a bit,”. I was working on it when my wife stepped into my work room and asked what I was working on. I clicked on the beginning rough draft of what I had and handed her my ear phones. I clicked on the play button and watched as the video played through what I had. Her eyes “smiled” as she watched. When it got to the stopping point she lifted one earpad of the headphone and asked me to play the music video I made of her. It dawned on me that I haven’t actually shown it to her yet. I did tell her I had. The walls above the urinals are mirrored and I stared straight ahead, watching the big fella next to me out of the corner of my eye as I heard him unzip his trousers and free his rod. Almost immediately, a heavy string of piss flowed into the porcelain bowl, my mind racing to imagine the big pipe that could release such a mighty flow.Unable to resist the urge further, I turned my head slightly to face the reflection of his face in the mirror and was surprised to see him staring straight at me.. ”‘She’ looked at me with a new set of eyes. Pity? Pain? Sadness? Regardless, it was a look I did not care for. I stood and walked to the rest room. I began to pee and thought for a few moments before feeling a hand on my shoulder.“Good, you are alone.” She stood behind me and looked over my shoulder at what was in my hand.“Yes.”‘She’ surveyed the glory of the bar’s restroom for drunken men.“It is cleaner in here than in the women’s room.”“Why are you in here?” I began to shake myself free of.