Maxwell Avoi

Copyright 2011 by Maxwell Avoi

Smashwords Edition


By Maxwell Avoi

Copyright 2011 by Maxwell Avoi

So there I was in the bathroom. Oh, I know that's not how these stories are supposed to start but that's where it all began for me. I was standing at a urinal, happily taking care of business, when I heard a shout from the area of my crotch.

As you can imagine, it sort of dried up the flow. I mean, fast enough to have possibly caused some damage. I looked down and there was a tiny woman standing there on the urinal cake. She was dripping but her expression of horror and anger looked hot enough to flash the moisture into steam.

She screamed at me, "What is this?!? This isn't the women's room!"

I figured I was dreaming. Or that I'd had a stroke. I wanted it to be a dream because if it was a stroke I was probably lying on the floor of the bathroom, still unzipped. The whole situation was so surreal that I started laughing.

That was not a good move as far as she was concerned. "Oh, you think this is FUNNY?" she shouted. "Fine then! I was saving this thing for something special and I think you're it!"

Previous Page Next Page Page 1 of 23