21st Cent. Literature
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- Ivy F. Cabais11-TVL-G
- "So what name did you use?"
- "My favorite, Paolo." We both laughed. "Enough of me. Tell me about yourself. It's been what, a month since we've talked?"
- "More like three weeks,"
- "Yes it's another Carlo. It's always Carlo, or Paolo, or Mike, or Jay--"
- Essence
- "Why?"
- "No I don't. And anyway, I'm not depressed this time."
- "You order cake when you're depressed."
- "Oh no. You're ordering cake."
- We finished our cakes as we updated each other with what has happened to our high school barkada. As we waited for our change, Mark stood up to leave and finally noticed us. He smiled and went out. Patrick pinched me as I smiled back, my ears burning.PATRICK dropped me off at the Faculty Center after lunch and rushed to the theater for rehearsal. Having thirty minutes to waste before my next class, I decided to go to the FC washroom and tidy up.
- The faint scent of detergent, cigarette smoke, and stale urine greeted me as I opened the door. As I expected, the washroom was deserted. I stood in front of the mirror and took out tissue from my bag. As I dabbed moistened tissue on my face, the washroom door opened and a woody cologne scent wafted in.It was Mark. He went straight to the urinals. I pretended not to notice him. When he finished peeing, he joined me by the mirror, washed his hands, and then straightened his shirt collar. As he looked at his reflection, he saw me watching him and smiled, "It's you again." I smiled back and offered him a tissue. He declined and left.
- I asked, cutting him short, then We both laughed. He asked and I answered as I motioned to a waiter for the cake menu.
- The waiter arrived with the cake menu. After giving our orders, Patrick continued pressing me for news. Patrick's question caught me off-guard as I sipped from my cup. I snorted and felt coffee go up to my nose. We both started laughing.
- When the door closed, I hurried to the urinal I unbuttoned my fly and pead. I looked down and watched my pais yellow fluid join his, a bit darker and frothy against the whita porcelain. As I watched the fluids mix, their colors getting more and mors difficult to distinguish until finally no difference could be seen, a warm pleasurable sensation from within me slowly surged, growing more and more powerful, until finally shudders of ecstasy racked my still untouched body.
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