CHAPTER SIX
There was one girl in that bathroom. So, Jonathan and Marsha each slipped into a stall.
Jonathan breathed in the feminine and lysol odor of the bathroom. He looked at the chipping pastel pink paint on the walls.
He had only been in a girls' room a few times in his life. He remembered his mother taking him in a few when he was little, and they were out shopping.
She didn't trust him either to pee by himself in a men's room, or to stand around alone when she went into the ladies room to pee. So, she took him inside with her.
Sometimes, Jonathan's mother made him stand inside the stall with her while she peed. And, he remembered the bright red stain on the toilet paper a few times that puzzled him.
Sometimes, he would stand in the middle of the ladies' room. He saw all the w
