Julian weaved through the crowded bar to the
bathrooms in the back. Alan followed, holding my hand, but it felt
like the throb at my crotch led the way. But when the three of us
pushed into the small bathroom, I got one look at the guys jostling
for position around the sink and urinals and suddenly thought this
wasn’t going to work. “Alan,” I started, concerned. “I don’t
think—”
“This was your idea,” he reminded me. He
rubbed at my stomach and I caught his wrist in both hands,
determined not to let him go. Julian shoved his way to the larger
of the two stalls and held the door open in invitation. Alan pulled
me along after him, calling out, “Here?”
“Why not?” Julian wanted to know. As we
ducked into the stall, he jiggled the flimsy bolt and said, “It
locks. What more do you n
