ESSENCE
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- Jennel L. Dalangin
- “So what’s his name?”
- “Carlo.”
- 'E S S E N C E'
- “So what name did you use?”
- “Yes it’s another Carlo. It’s always Carlo, or Paolo, or Mike, or Jay–”
- 11- ABM C
- “More like three weeks,”
- “Enough of me. Tell me about yourself. It's been what, a month since we’ve talked?”
- “My favorite, Paolo.”
- “No I don’t. And anyway, I’m not depressed this time.”
- Patrick took another sip from his cup and continued. “So anyway, this guy sees me checking him out. To my surprise, he turns to me, giving me a full view of him in all his glory and smiles. I smile back. and,” Patrick took a deep breath, “the rest is for me alone to know.” He ended by dabbing the sides of his napkin to his mouth. I knew pressing Patrick for more details would shut him up just like that so I let it pass. I could wheedle out all the details later.
- -
- “Why?”
- “You order cake when you’re depressed.”
- “Oh no. You’re ordering cake.”
- I raised an eyebrow and gave Patrick my you’ve-got-to-be-kidding look. He laughed and nodded in agreeent. I asked, cutting him short.
- -
- "He’s not Chinese,” “He’s Korean. And he’s not my boyfriend, excuse me. I’m his tutor.”
- “I told you, I lead a boring life.”
- “I’m sure,” “So how’s your Chinese boyfriend?”
- “I’m sure. Oh good, here’s the cake.”
- I answered as I motioned to a waiter for the cake menu.
- We finished our cakes as we updated each other with what has happened to our high school barkada. As we waited for our change, Mark stood up to leave and finally noticed us. He smiled and went out. Patrick pinched me as I smiled back, my ears burning.
- The waiter arrived with the cake menu. After giving our orders, Patrick continued pressing me for news.
- Patrick’s question caught me off-guard as I sipped from my cup. I snorted and felt coffee go up to my nose. We both started laughing.
- “English.”
- “I’m sure, And what are you tutoring him in?"
- When the door closed, I hurried to the urinal. I unbuttoned my fly and peed. I looked down and watched my pale yellow fluid join his, a bit darker and frothy against the white porcelain. As I watched the fluids mix, their colors getting more and more difficult to distinguish until finally no difference could be seen, a warm pleasurable sensation from within me slowly surged, growing more and more powerful, until finally shudders of ecstasy racked my still untouched body.
- Patrick dropped me off at the Faculty Center after lunch and rushed to the theater for rehearsal. Having thirty minutes to waste before my next class, I decided to go to the FC washroom and tidy up.
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