They rounded the corner and tossed their trash in the bin and there was enough of a line in the men’s bathroom that they didn’t have to piss next to each other. As he shook droplets off the end of his pecker and zipped his jeans back up, Dante thought maybe he shouldn’t have drank such a big cup of soda as by the time he’d washed his hands, Izz had gone back out into the hall.
The timed automatic dryer shut off, but the things never really completely dried anything. Dante wiped the remaining moisture on his pants leg and stepped out into the hall and scanned the dwindling number of people for Izz’s familiar blond waves. When he couldn’t find Izz, Dante headed into the lobby. Maybe he went outside?
With the sun gone down, the temperature had dropped into the realm of long sleeved shirt te
