The Goal

“I want to use yours.”

“Use any bathroom you want to,” she said.

He said, “Oh, you are my friend!”

He put his hand between her legs. He said, “Come. Sit up here. Back—back—”

He mouthed her; he tongued her; he nosed her be­tween her legs. He murmured, “Let go.”

“Oh, that was a treat!” she said.

He said, “I have to go to the bathroom.”

“Use the children’s,” she said.

He twisted to gaze at her while she was not strain­ing to be anything more than what she is. He was free and happy, too. In her bathroom, she was reach­ing to turn the little spinner, to twirl the screw pro­peller which releases some of the water through the bunghole into the remarkable.