Chapter 5
The men’s bathroom was old-fashioned but clean. After turning a corner, you had the choice of three stalls on the right or a galvanized metal trough on the left.
“Stall or urinal?” Zane asked.
“Just need to piss.” And the more he thought about it, the more urgent the need became. Having sobered up some, Rory broke free of Zane and stepped up to the trough, pulling down his zipper, and fishing out his junk.
But now the moment had arrived, Rory found he couldn’t perform. This was strange, given that he’d grown up in group homes where privacy had been almost non-existent. It didn’t help that something else was on his mind. He tried to resist, he truly did, but he was only human, and as the little voice in his head reminded him, it was his birthday. So when he heard a stream of p
