A gray morning. Rain likely. Emma needed something at the drugstore. “I’ll go with,” Mat offered. Outside at the garage door, Emma said, “Maybe we should walk.”

“What if it rains? We’ll get soaked.”

“I love getting soaked,” Emma said.

“You’re so dear,” Mat said, and he led her two steps to the secluded side of the garage. The kiss was deep and juicy. Mat’s fingers found their way up under Emma’s dress. Emma came, even as the kiss continued.

“Whew, that was...” Emma whooshed. “I am so soaked.”

“So you ready to drive now?” Mat said.

“Walk,” Emma insisted.

They set off together.

The drugstore didn’t have what Emma needed. Mat suggested they drown their sorrows with a beer. “There’s a bar just around the block.”

“I’m not much for beer,” Emma said. “Will they have tea?”

“They’ll have hot water,” Mat said. “And I’ve got a teabag in my wallet, just for you.”

“In lieu of a condom?” Emma asked.

The sign said the place was closed until one, but when Mat tried the door it opened. They stepped inside.

A wan blue light shone down on the cash register at the end of the bar, but otherwise the place was dark. “Anybody home,” Emma called out. No answer. “Maybe in the back room,” Mat suggested. “If I remember, they have a pool table.”

Mat found a light switch. A pool cue lay on the table, but the balls were in a locked cabinet. “We can still play,” Emma said.

“Oh, how is that?” Mat asked.

“Like the tennis in Blow Up,” Emma said, picking up the cue. “I’ll break.”

“You’re not holding it right,” Mat said. “You don’t know the first thing about pool, do you?”

“Oh yeah? Just watch me. I’m a billiards phenom. Nine ball in the corner pocket. Kkkkhhkk! Nailed it! Six ball in the side pocket. Kkkkhhkk! Nailed it. I might just run the table. Fourteen ball in the ... Kkkkhhkk! I’m so hot. Three ball. Kkkkhhkk! Six ball. Kkkkhhkk! Baby needs a new pair of shoes. Kkkkhhkk!”

“You do have the touch,” Mat said. “And impressive sound effects.” Mat placed his hand on Emma’s back. Then lower. Then worked the dress higher.

“Don’t think you can distract me,” Emma said. “I have concentration powers galore. Boxcar babies. Kkkkhhkk!”

Mat’s finger eased into the furrow. “Middle finger in the back pocket,” he said.

“Kkk-Oooowwww,” went Emma, and the pool stick clattered to the floor.

“Nailed it,” whispered Mat.

“Hey,” came a man’s voice from the front. “What goes?”

“Just playing a little pool,” Mat called out, hastily removing his finger from Emma’s ass.

“How did you get in? We’re not open yet. You ghosts or something?”

“Tight squeeze,” Mat said. “Naw, the door was open.”

“Not good,” the man said. “I’m going to have to talk to ... Anyway, sorry, but you guys are going to have to leave, okay? We’re not open for another couple of hours. Insurance and all that.”

“No problem,” Mat said, and he and Emma exited the bar.

Just out the door, Mat said, “That was fun, but I really wanted to fuck you on that table.”

“Maybe next time,” Emma said, her hand at Mat’s zipper. “Mmm, nice balls. Nice stick. I guess I’m the big winner.”

On the walk home the rains came.

“I love it love it love it,” Emma sang.

“I’m glad,” Mat said.

“And there’s an additional benefit,” Emma said.

“Oh? What’s that?”

“It’s going to cover up our wet spots.”

“Sad but true,” said Mat.

“Don’t worry,” Emma said, “we can always make more.”