As he undid his belt, his erection snuck over the top of his white underwear. Zabeth saw his khaki-colored life fade away, the man of rules breaking the rules. A shopping mall bathroom. She looked at his gold wedding ring, wondering if he was there with his family, a teenage daughter. He cupped her buttocks, fingers searching. She noticed a tiny scar by his left eye, a story she’d never hear. He pressed his chin down, appearing to be in pain. “I should leave first,” he said. She adjusted her panties, knowing better than to look in the bathroom mirror.


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