when it was over, i spent 5 minutes fixing my eyes in the bathroom upstairs.

the Bloor has the best stall in the city. you're up on the second floor and there's a window there and you can look down over Bloor Street and see the people wandering about.

one time during a used clothing sale, i was in there after watching a matinee. i looked down and saw all the people trying to find bargains among the metal racks.

one girl in particular caught my eye, which is strange as there's not a bent bone in my body and chicks never do it for me. but this one, she was something else. she reminded me of that model from Montreal who has a tattoo of a dragon on her head.

she was wearing a long cotton-print dress and sandals. the outfit clashed with the rest of her look but somehow it worked.

she pulled a pair of two-tone brown pants off one of the racks and checked inside the waist for the size. she stepped out of her sandals, walked over to one of the mirrors, and held them against her body. then she stepped, first with the right foot, then with the left, into the pants. she held her dress up and gave a half spin to check herself out in the mirror. the pants fit wonderfully. i'd never been jealous of another girl's ass before but good christ, what she had got me hot.

she let the dress drop down over the pants. she walked forward and stepped into the sandals and then she nonchalantly walked passed one of the cashiers and off into the street and out of the sale.

like i said, i'm straight as an arrow. but seeing this brazen woman made me quiver. there was an ache between my legs and i sat down on the toilet and got myself off right then and there. it was the first and only time that i'd touched myself like that outside of my home or the home of a lover. it was also the quickest i'd ever orgasmed.

tonight, i stand in the same stall and look out the same window. on the street below all i can see is Glen surrounded by a bunch of strangers waiting for their dates to come out of the theatre. i felt a different ache between my legs, a dull one. i hated myself because i knew that when i got downstairs, i'd take Glen's hand, lead him back to my place, and make false, hollow love to him.

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