February 14th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Next Time, Find A Bigger Tree
Because sometimes men who lounge in alleys are not as good as you’d hope at minding their own business:
The only source I have on this is “been on my hard drive forever.”
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I was living in a small college town a few years back, with a girlfriend in a century old row-house, that had no air-conditioning. It had been a near record-breaking hot day, and she didn’t even have an electric fan, so at about 2:00 a.m. or so, I decided to slip out of the bedroom window, and onto the nearly flat roof of the front porch, for what little relief from the heat the outdoors offered.
I hadn’t been out there but for a few minutes, when a couple in a convertible pulled up directly out front of our duplex. Following a brief, hushed conversation, the college-age boy that was driving, jumped out, dashed across the street, and bounded up the steps into the apartment opposite ours.
He left a young co-ed sitting in the passenger seat. The townhouses had no real front lawn, except for a strip of earth where one might plant a row of flowers, so I peered over the edge of roof to see if I could see anything down her blouse or maybe a bit of uncovered thigh. Suddenly the somewhat conservatively dressed young lady jumped out as well, and hurriedly squatted over a tree well and lifted her skirt. They must have just come from a closing nightclub, after an evening of heavy drinking, because she proceeded to pee like a racehorse for what seemed like an extraordinarily long period of time. She had glanced all around herself, but not up, and had no idea that she was being observed. As the urine stream finally began to diminish, I had to resist the urge to ask her if she needed some paper. My baritone voice coming from above might have been a bit too God-like…
Anyway, the guy soon came cluelessly bounding back out of his apartment full of frat brother roommates, just as she was smoothing her skirt down, back in the passenger seat of his sports car. Probably now with a “pocket full of horses”…
She was quite attractive, and I have cherished the “privilege” for years now…