I walk briskly down the hall, back to the men's room. I've got to dry this spot on my pants. I don't care what he says, it is far more likely I got it when I fell asleep rather than watching that movie. Perfectly natural. Happens all the time.
I stop short when I reach the door. Someone is walking out, and I don't want to bump into him.
"Sam? Why aren't you with the rest of the kids?"
"Had to, you know." He pointed back at the door. His voice is still quivering, broken. "I was way older than anyone else there. I was even taller than the woman they had watching us. Like I needed watching. So, I ducked out to, go."
"Well, we're getting ready to leave. Stay by the front. No. You better wait here. I shouldn't be too long."
I quickly duck in before Sam can notice the "dew drop" on my pants. I can't believe that guy knew the term. I thought we coined it back in high school. First week of science class. Bill, yeah him, had started to crush on Amanda Scott. She had really developed over the summer. She had gone to my grade school, so Bill hadn't known her before. That day, after a basic introduction to the water cycle, he had gotten a huge one. So bad, even a book couldn't cover him up. Fortunately for him, it went down quickly. Unfortunately, a big wet spot remained where it happened. We dogged on him the rest of the day.
And over the weekend, we started goofing on it ourselves. Within a month, it became an in-joke as each of us started to get "dew drops" ourselves. We even had contests about it. You know, just one of those things adolescent boys do as they start developing. We almost never used the term with the other guys, not even when they had similar incidents. We kind of did when Lucas Johnson feel asleep in algebra that time and messed up his pants with a huge one, but we mostly let it slide. Lucas was teased so much the rest of the semester. By sophomore year, he had put on five inches and twenty pounds of muscle, so the teasing pretty much stopped.
In fact, we pretty much stoped joking each other by junior year. I guess we had developed enough control to stop having it become an issue. Sure, it still happened, but not as bad. Pete rarely had such incidents, but then we was almost definitely a year older than us. Had to be, with him being so much more developed when he started school with us. Held back, but he never mentioned it, so neither did we.
I grab paper towel after paper towel to pat my pants dry. There is no way to position myself directly under the air blower, so I won't even try it. Besides, I will look like a fool if anyone caught me. I won't try to use the urinal either. One touch could bring on a ton of problems. Just too sensitive at the moment. I'm sure I can wait, even if it could help me out, but no. The chance of getting more of my pants wet is too high.
I take one last minute to make sure the spot isn't as noticeable, and then I take a few seconds to check myself in the mirror. Nothing embarrassing in either place. Sam might not realize what happened, but I don't want to run into anyone else either. Not after what those men have doing.
Wait. Didn't they say they had more than one movie? How can men at that age do that again so soon. Okay, maybe some of them are young enough to do so, especially with "little blue helpers" providing the strength of the flesh when the will is already there. I've got to get Sam out of here before something else happens. He does not need to know that about his father. Our father.
I wash my hands, just to provide a cover for all the towels, and then walk out to meet up with Sam.
"Can we go now and get something to eat? I'm getting hungry." Sam, my brother, the bottomless black hole for food. He's going to be either seven feet tall or 400 pounds at the rate he's eating. Maybe both.
"Let's go. There's nothing else to see here."
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