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she walked, apparently the beers she’d had hit her harder than she thought. There was a short hallway towards the doors that displayed concert posters and neighbourhood information. She thought she recognized a girl from high school advertising as a babysitter, stopped to take a closer look. She stared at the photo, blinked twice and realized she didn’t know her. As she turned back to the washrooms, she felt somebody grab her arm. It was Stuart.
    “Columbia, are you ok?” he asked, concern in his eyes.
    “I am fine, I just think I had a little more than usual,” Columbia said and smiled at him. She tried to turn away but he didn’t let go. “What’s up?”
    “I think you know,” Stuart whispered and leaned down to kiss her. Columbia accepted his embrace and opened her mouth, more out of surprise than passion. Stuart started backing her towards the women’s washroom as he slid his tongue into her mouth. She allowed it, and even snaked her own around his, but it was an odd slimy sensation. His tongue was wide and his mouth contained too much spit for her liking.
    He backed her through the door, paused to lock it, and turned to her. “I’ve been wanting to do this for years,” he said in a hoarse voice.
    “Me too,” she agreed but wondered where the disconnect was. She’d been thinking about Stuart for years, and here it was happening. Debbie had known something after all.
    So why did it feel so flat and passionless?
    He stepped towards her and pulled her hands around his neck. He kissed her again and she closed her eyes, trying to lose herself in the moment. It wasn’t working. She made a small noise of frustration; Stuart mistook it for pleasure, groaned and pressed his hard-on against her upper thigh.
    Columbia ran her hands down his back, but he felt hot and sweaty. His breathing increased as he kissed her, running his hands through her hair and grinding against her. She pulled back and pushed him off her. “This isn’t working,” she said. “I don’t want to do this here, we might get caught.”
    “Don’t worry about Debbie, she’s gone home for the night. She’s got an early lab at the university,” he tried to assure her, but failed.
    “How about we stop and think about what we’re doing,” she stated, staring at him.
    “How about not,” he replied and pushed her against the wall. He pulled her hands above her head and worked his knee in between her legs. She was forced to straddle his leg and he kissed again, harder this time. Being pinned like that felt good, and Columbia started to respond.
    “Hey, are you almost done in there?” a woman’s voice called from outside the door.
    Columbia wiggled free and pushed him off her for the second time. “I told you, we need to stop,” she said and yelled to the woman, “I’ll be a few minutes.”
    “Geeze Col, it’s cool. I’ll leave in a couple of minutes and you come back to the table after me. We’ll make some lame excuse and high tail it out of here, how’s that sound?”
    She wanted to say no, but the flash of her with her hands pinned over her head and her legs forced open made her say, “Sure, sounds good.”
    He left before her; she was able to use the toilet and head back to the table. After five minutes or so Stuart stretched and said, “Shit, we need to get back to my place Col, I’ve got that thing you need.”
    “Oh yeah, that,” she replied as he paid the bill. She avoided eye contact on the way out because she knew it was ridiculously obvious what they were up to. She wondered if anyone would call Debbie.
    Stuart held the truck door open for her and skipped over to the other side, whistling a tuneless song. He got in the driver’s side, put the key in the ignition and said, “I’ve been thinking about this since grade ten, do you remember that stupid kiss?”
    She smiled and replied, “I do. After Lord of the Rings. I panicked and ran away.”
    “Is that what it was?” he said and laughed. “I thought I