Pausing, hand in hand, I look into your eyes.

"Ready?"

"Yes. You?"

I buzz two short, one long. The alley door squeaks open.

Three steps in we disrobe, kneeling in unison.

"So we begin. Come," she commands with a sharp crop on our passing bottoms.

She feverishly works between our bench-strapped bodies. Twisted up to the edge, I'm left begging as she does the same to you.

After an eloquent eternity, we're finally allowed a shattering climax.

Parting, hand in hand, you pause.

"What's wrong?"

"I still don't think that's what they meant."

"Hey, said right there Stimulus Check.