Who the fuck is this? Can't I at least sleep for a little more? He unlocked his phone to read the message of whoever had the fattest boldness to deprive him of a lengthened sleep. The fuck, Melchizedek Yari Marquina. You are cheesing me off.

Same time. Same place. I sent you his picture on g-mail. No need to care a hang, baks, I made sure he's not a life insurance agent.

Ps. Have sent you a few photos of mine as well to kick start your day with a bang! Xoxo. ;-*

He felt compelled to check on his g-mail just because he wouldn't want to appear stupid, searching for his faceless date later in Starbucks, Shaw.

"I won't get my expectations high again. Might end up seeing another hooman who wouldn't come in equal resolution in the flesh," he mumbled, keeping his eyes on the tan, bushy-browed, adonis-looking man's picture for seconds before he scrolled down to check on the other pictures attached. "Despicable," was the only word he saw fit to describe a bunch of Yari's feeling-cute pictures.

Feeling sleepy no more, he went outside his room to wash up before he'd rustle up breakfast for him and Dos, who had been acting awkwardly civil since he had her plans outed.

He was about to exit the restroom when he felt like unloading his waste. He hadn't completely pulled down his boxers when the door threw open, revealing a calmed Dos who was wearing a see-through dress of a lace nightie.

"W-what the fuck?!" He pulled his shorts up to his waist in haste, hands covering his cock. "Don't...don't you know how to knock?!"

Dos pushed her on the chest and shimmied out of her lace underwear before sitting on the toilet as if Uno got no pair of ogling eyes that automatically CCTV-ied her.

"Hey! I said tissues please!" Dos poked the-gone-with-view Uno on his thigh.

"W-what?" He hurriedly withdrew his gaze on her and looked up before clenching his eyes shut tightly. The hell with your eyes, Uno Iglesias! He chided himself, slightly feeling some tremors against his hands that were palming his cock. No! No! No! What the hell! He pressed his hands hard on his blooming hardness. Beads of sweat began to break out on his forehead. Naiihi ka lang! Naiihi ka lang!

"I said, hand me some tissues. I'm through!" she reiterated, scowling, sounding undisturbed with the obscene scenario they were both starring.

He slowly yet hardly turned his back. Shakingly, he pulled sheets of tissue from the holder and handed them to her without looking. I need a way out.

"First time to ever see a woman peeing?" Dos suddenly asked. "You can turn around now."

Uno would have hesitated to do, had he not been sporting a boner and needed to leave her sight soonest.

"N-next time y-you don't d-do that...E-excuse me." He shoved her off his way. His other hand remained covering his cock. Ghad, where the hell would I ejacula--pee! Pee! Where the hell would I pee?!

"Aren't you supposed to pee as well?" pahabol nito bago tuluyang makalabas si Uno. She sounded like some tripping kiddo.

"Nope. That restroom is all yours," he said.

She gave no response but a moderate thud from the door, leading him to trot to the kitchen while mentally trying to unmount his mounting possession. He thought of locking himself inside his room, but that'd probably be a suspicious act for Dos, so he rather did not. Besides, he could feel it subsiding, though his bladder's muscles were still contracting, pleading with him to excrete.

"Can we talk?"

He gasped in surprise when she popped behind him.

"Su-sure." Both his erection and his bladder unexpectedly calmed down. All were changed with unnamable emotions swirling inside him.

Dos pulled the chair beside her, which Uno took as a motion for him to sit next to her.

On his way to her, he accidentally caught a view of the sky, which wasn't too dim nor too bright but was enough to weigh his mood down when it bounded to drop its first few tears on the window. He could whiff the scent brought by the mixture of raindrops and soil. Could hear the voices of their neighbors probably swarming their terraces to get their laundries.

When he reached the dining table, he partly sat on the chair she had pulled for him, occupying it inch by inch along with his frequent trials to tranquilize his mind that had gone abuzz with thoughts. They stayed seated for a while, neither of them trying to break the ice. Until the bowed, feet together and hands-on-the-lap Dos forced a cough, which signaled the dawn of the conversation she had asked.

"Re what I am trying to bring off, Uno, I know it's such a selfish act, and my fear of taking the dose of my own medicine wouldn't be viable enough to be raised as a justification to save my ass," Dos said. "So I'd like you to know that you could choose not to do it if you don't see it fit to be done. It's not a 'must do' for you anyway....." Her voice trailed off, trembling fingers running on her lap. "And if what you told Yari was just a lie that you needed to say to lessen the weight on my shoulders 'cause you pitied me after hearing a lot about me from my Papa...I'd understand....."

Uno tossed a glance at her, who cared not to reciprocate his move. He could feel his chest exploding. "Ever since I was a child, I had always despised doing things I considered laying on the far side of my liking. If I don't want to do something, I'm not going to do it for real no matter how much one would force me to." He paused for a few seconds, waiting for her to lift her head and face him, but she didn't, even when he had slowly held her trembling hands. "So, no, Dos, I ain't stopping. 'Cause if stopping means you'd think you were pitiable and that I wouldn't mind losing you, then I'd rather be doing it every day till the time comes that you would mind losing me."

She bowed the second time and blinked tears that instantly soaked Uno's hand.

"And yes, Dos, I pitied you for having such a tough go in life. But never have I thought of making use of my confession as a way to display an act that could appear meaningful to you but was technically depthless. Nor was it my way to fill some romantic fantasies because my romantic feelings for you would only conquer the actuality of my thoughts-as I had never fantasized, for I'd surely prefer the reality for us."