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seven years ago. It was dark on the porch and the moon was rapidly disappearing behind the rain clouds. I searched along the porch eave and found nothing but spider webs.
    “Come on, Harper, where the hell did you hide the key?” I was rattled. The Marine unnerved me. Besides just his very presence, when he’d zoned out on me back in the drive, yeah, nothing creepy about that at all.
    A bright light spilled onto the wood planked floor and I looked up to see Kilby holding his cell phone out on flashlight setting. He’d probably have a huge Maglite or something in his truck. Too bad we weren’t here in the penis-on-wheels.
    Just the word penis running through my head was enough to make me cast a glance in his direction. At his midsection area. Where his would be. I hastily jerked my gaze back to the floor in front of me and the slowly moving beam of light. “Thanks,” I said, hoping I didn’t sound like I’d just checked out his dick in the dark.
    How does one sound when they’re thinking about dick? Does one sound differently than when they’re thinking about pussy? What the hell was I thinking about sex for at a time like this?
    I had to pee. And I was getting wood.
    From having to pee.
    Sounded logical.
    “You ever had someone piss on you?” I asked for no goddamned reason than I was out of my fucking mind. “I mean…”
    He laughed. I liked his laugh. I didn’t really care that he was laughing at me, if it kept him from zoning out in that serial killer kind of way.
    “Once.” His face was hidden in the dark. The beam of light was blinding and I couldn’t see anything but that light when I looked at him. “He didn’t give me any warning, fucked me then, well piss in the asshole is a strange fucking feeling.”
    I think I stood like a deer in the one beam headlight and he laughed again. “Really?” I squeaked the word out.
    “No, Mason, I’m fucking with you,” he said and his voice was indeed teasing.
    “So, no golden showers in the corps then?” I kicked a flower pot with a fake daisy inside and something rattled.
    “Not sexually at any rate, no. I have been pissed on, puked on, shit on, and bled on. And that was just my friends. Won’t even go into what combatants did to me if they got the chance.”
    I nodded. I don’t know if he saw me nod. I think I freaked out at the thought of blood. I don’t even like my own blood. It’s why I didn’t go to medical school when I thought I’d make a great Doc McDreamy. I picked up the pot and pulled the dancing flower out. It was one of those plastic motion sensor things. I remembered having one a million years ago but I don’t remember putting it outside. Underneath the fake flower pot inside the real flower pot was a key. Not exactly a great hiding place but I had a key.
    “Let’s see if she kept the power and water on. I have seriously got to pee.” I set the pot on the porch rail and went over to the door. His light and his laughter followed me.
    “Is that why you asked if anyone ever pissed on me? You were thinking about trying out some serious kinky shit on the gay dude?” he asked and I was so fucking glad it was dark because my face would be bright enough to guide Santa’s sleigh on a snowy night.
    “Well, no.” I fit the key in the doorknob and jiggled like we always had to do to get the key to work and it worked. The knob turned. “I wasn’t thinking about anything but getting inside to use the toilet…and my brain went to a weird ass place…shut up…it was a valid question.”
    His laughter boomed around the small porch and I felt like a fool. A silly stupid fool.
    “You know, you could have just hung it off the porch and pissed in the flower bed. I wouldn’t have minded.”
    I stared at him like he’d lost his damned mind.
    “You have never taken a piss outside, have you?”
    He was serious, disbelievingly serious. Like I was raised in the fucking backwoods or something.
    “Jesus, Mason, how is it I’m the gay one when