Chapter 4

The gentleman I was raised to be by Rose Bett surfaces, causing me not to respond to his suggestion. I meander up to his side, park my upright frame perpendicular to his, unleash the beast from its zipper home, and let the urine run into Tony??s American Standard toilet, seat up.

Apparently, I let out a convincing sigh.

??Sometimes it feels pretty good to hold your own junk, doesn??t it???

Not now, I think. Let??s not talk while I??m pissing. It??s far too distracting and not right. Some dudes would maybe find it hot, a sexual aphrodisiac, but I??m not in that grouping. Rather, I find it annoying and unbearable.

??Give me a second. Let the juice flow.????

He laughs, not that my comment is supposed to be funny.

I do the dirty deed, shake my junk, and zip up. I stand beside him at the sink, stare at his gorgeously cut and hairy chest in the mirror, and begin to wash my hands. I say something stupid: ??Nice chest. You??re a good-looking guy. How can you be single???