I was half way up the hill when the instructor asked me to come back down. That way we would all have an equal chance of running this nearly impossible race. So I went back down into the cool shade of the museum’s patio and there I saw a recognizable figure. It was Jen and she was sweet as always.
We took a break before the race and sat at the local cafe where they played a trip-hop tune. Jen had come bearing gifts and said to me, “have one of these. It’ll make the beat feel better.” They were white cupcakes with sparkly, pink, iridescent icing. They looked delicious so I took one and began to feel ecstatic.
We went back to the hill and waited for the race to begin while we discussed a few ideas we had for a possible photo shoot. We made our plans and I ate a second cupcake before taking my mark at the race, but as I did so, the feeling became greater and I was jubilant. I felt free and strangely invigorated. There was no way I could complete the race feeling this way so I came back down to meet her.
Jen and I decided to take a walk and so we went around a bend when I bumped into Nick. He said nothing and looked strange but I proceeded to kiss him. He seemed life less but allowed me to do what I wanted. I undressed him, laid him on the floor, and made love to him until he reached his own point of jubilee. It was unreal. There he was right underneath me. This whole time I’ve waited to find him and there he was! Here I was. I was finally fucking him and I was triumphant at having completed such an act on display for everyone at the museum; like another one of the exhibits. As I got up I realized that this was actually Eugene.
I got up, walked away, and went about my dream.