through the bathroom door he could hear her piss 

she didnt run water in the sink like other women

to overcome sounds that came naturally

                                                                                and while he hated the term piss

really  really hated it

the sound of the word in his ear 

it was what she was doing

and doing it unashamedly 

the Real McCoy

he had walked down the hall to grab a pillow and a blanket for the night

  

she was spending the night
 

they tossed a coin rather than fight over who was sleeping on the couch

he won the toss

took the couch 

after all                                                                                                                                                   

              it was   his couch   his bed   his place

and like everybody else on the fucking planet 

he was comfortable when he had things his own way

 

it was nice to hear a woman piss again 

smell her scent

see her purse   left casually on the big chair beside the front door

hed meant to buy a coat tree

but then he didnt have many visitors

and the hall closet  --  a place for everything and everything in its place  --  served him

why crowd the place with furniture that would get in the way of wall space

wall space was at a premium 

when he found art he liked  photographs  he bought it and hung it

she thought his place looked like a museum

he said   You trying to get in my pants

trying to be humorous

he got an obligatory laugh 

then she said   Yes  But not tonight

Id like to savor the thought of it

for a while longer

Take it when its unexpected

Take when were wanting it    real badly

he thought he might have gulped   in answer

she came out of the bathroom wearing a flannel shirt he gave her to wear as a nightshirt  a nightgown

Because you sleep naked 

I do   he said

Be sure you let the smell of coffee wake you before you come out here  Alright

Maybe

her Maybe stiffened him

                                          Yeah  about that  I think we ought to shut her down for the night   Im excited and tired  
and I can honestly say I got dreams on the other side waiting for me  Theyll want to be let in on this  if they already
aint been peeking

Sometimes theyre like nosey old women

Dreams like nosey old women
                                                           Interesting

But for the likes of you Im more inclined to believe theyre women who simply like your company

Compliant women

who see to your   

                                comforts 

and probably then some

Are you a betting man

No

And Im a man who neither kisses or tells

she crossed out of the hall to the back side of the sofa and leaned forward to him

Then you ought to kiss me goodnight

and go off to your pretty maidens

perhaps

              all in a row

You see that

At the Drive-In
If youre worth your salt youve seen it

in bits and pieces
 

Sweet dreams

he definitely gulped

 

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