I just have one small latex problem, and after a while, I can’t ignore it any more.I sigh.
“So...there’s no bathroom up here,” I say.
“There’s an outhouse on the ground,” she says without opening her eyes.
I gather all my will, release her hand, and sit up on the cot.Then I stand.
I seem to be managing this okay.
“Be right back,” I say, walking for the door, still completely naked.Who’s gonna see me, raccoons?
“Don’t throw the condom in there,” she says, looking over at me.
I look down at my now-flaccid dick, the used condom drooping sadly off of it.
“Where do I put it?”I ask.My brain is still working half-speed, and I look around the lookout tower, vaguely wondering if it goes down the sink or something.
Clementine just starts laughing and rolls onto her back, still totally naked in the dark.
“I thought you spent six months a year camping in the wilderness,” she says.“What do you do withanything?”
I look down again and sigh.
“Right,” I say.“Leave no trace.”
“There should be ziploc bags in one of the cabinets,” she says, still laughing.
I find them, then take off the used condom, tie a knot in it, and deposit it in the baggie, sealing it.The moon has circled the sky and come around to the north-facing windows, and now it’s cutting bright white shapes across the room.
“You look like you’re in a movie where Humphrey Bogart plays a detective, except you’re holding a baggie with an old condom,” Clementine volunteers.
“And I need to pee.”
“Even really good private investigators have to pee sometimes,” she reassures me, her voice lazy but teasing.“They just don’t show it in the movies.”
I look over at her.The moonlight is just above her head, and she’s flopped one hand up and into it, the rest of her still dark.I drop the baggie on the floor near my backpack, then lean over and kiss Clementine.
“Take a flashlight,” she says.
I shove my feet into hiking boots and head down.The moon is bright enough that I don’t need the flashlight, but I’m glad I brought it.When I finish my business, Clementine is there, waiting fifty feet away, looking up at the stars.
Fuck, she’s beautiful.Especially like this, naked except boots and careless in the middle of nowhere, laughing and relaxed and not giving a shit.
“Did you hop down the stairs?”I ask, frowning.
“My ankle’s not that bad anymore,” she says.“It hurts a little, but honestly, I think it’s fine.”
“It’s because I fixed it with my dick,” I say, walking toward her.
“I don’t think your dick even touched my ankle,” she says.
“Close enough,” I say.“You have any other ailments, come to me.I’ll fix yourightup.”
Clementine laughs.I kiss her as I walk past, heading back to the lookout tower so she can use the outhouse.
As I walk away, she smacks my ass.Then she laughs.
Back in the tower, I go ahead and get our sleeping bags out of our packs and spread them on the two cots.Then I flop on the one where we just had sex and stare out the window.
