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I made my way quickly to the men’s room, stumbling now and then for show. I felt the Shaolin’s eyes on me but made a point of not returning the ogle. If my plan worked, he and his gorillas would write me off as a drunk with a buddy too nice for his own good watching out for me. I needed to hurry for my bladder’s sake, but I needed more to make it look convincing.
I was grateful that at least I was able to hold it. I assumed it was another benefit of Bridger. Or maybe my prostate had taken pity on me for all the fun I’d thrown its way when I was younger. At my age, it was hard to tell on any given day which body part would sell me out and which would stand watch at the gate of my pride.
There’s not a whole lot to do at a urinal but look straight ahead, especially if you’re not alone i
