David did his best to keep from yelling at the man and impatiently looked around. Suddenly, he spied the circular stand of condoms and wondered why th...y always seemed to put those things near the checkouts."Oh come on!" he breathed as the elderly man put his hand back into his pocket to search for a few more pennies. "Just give the cashier a couple of dollars, for Christ sakes!" In order to keep from yelling it out, David thought about what happened at home that evening. He thought about how. I watched her close her eyes and lean back on the cool concrete of the bench. Her nipples pushed against the thin fabric of her worn-out tee shirt, Mardi Gras, written across the chest in purple and gold. I took another draw, and said, “It’s too cool in here today. Want to take walk around with me?”She didn’t answer, just stood and followed me out. We were in no particular hurry, just strolled, not holding hands but maybe a little close for strangers. Leaving Basin Street Station in our. Either way, it took a whole lot of courage and a bottle of Chablis one Saturday night for me to let it slip. He didn’t say much why I told him, but I could tell by the bulge in his pants that he was turned on by the idea. After that, the idea came up every now and then. Whether it was me saying something like, “I wouldn’t do that unless you drugged me,” or him commenting, “If you don’t do” so and so, “I might just drug you and rape you,” it became our game of sexual innuendo. After some. ” Well, it seemed a pretty good one to her, too. It must be even better for him; he didn’t have semen dripping out of him and pooling under his seat. It was his semen, too. Well, most of it was out by now.“Move back a bit, will you?” she asked.“You going to follow?” But he did move back a generous distance. Rather than answer, she moved off the wet spot and into his lap. He wrapped her in his arms.“It’s much more complex than is possible,” she said. “Get the light.” He did, and she fell asleep.