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“What do you mean the door won’t open?” Luciano asked.
“It’s stuck,” Lutz replied, pulling on the doorknob with all his might.
The sound of the dripping faucet caught Luciano’s ear. He had been desperate to pee prior to getting trapped in the bathroom with Lutz, this was torture.
“Why the fuck did you have to follow me into the bathroom?” He said angrily.
“I told you I needed to talk to you and it couldn’t wait.”
“Yeah, it could have. Now I’m stuck in here with you until Flavio comes home.”
The trickling of the sink exasperated his need. He was clenching his muscles to fend off his need, but he knew the impending flood was inevitable. The sound of the sink annoyed him to no end.
“You’re fucking German, can’t you fix that damn faucet?”
“What’s got you so upset?” Lutz asked, quirking his brow. “Wait, do you…”
“Shut up or I’ll give you a matching scar on your other cheek.”
“You do have to piss,” Lutz laughed.
“I said, shut the fuck up,” he shouted.
Just then, his bladder gave way and emptied itself. A puddle formed below him, quickly spreading out. Lutz had to take a step back to avoid it. Luciano sank to the floor in shame, tears pricked his eyes but he refused to let them fall.
It felt like an eternity before he finally stopped peeing. His puddle took up nearly half the floor of the small bathroom.
“Feel better?”
“Shut up, Lutz.”