He Couldn't Fathom

Overheard at Hardee's

Johnathan saw Carole again at Hardee's and stuck his tongue out at her from across the room as he entered. She answered back, first with her tongue, then a comment. He cupped his hand behind his ear, seeming not to have heard what she'd said.

"No, thanks," she repeated with a smirk as she got closer, "I usually just use toilet paper."

"I do, too," he nodded, "but sometimes I like to use—"

"Don't go there!" she cautioned him, one finger held up stiffly in the air as a warning.

"A woman."

"That's right, get on my good side," she shook her head, grinning widely.

Why she thought it was funny, he couldn't fathom, nor why he thought it was funny, either. Though he would have preferred otherwise, he was grinning like an idiot. He wondered what it'd be like to get one hand or both under her skirt and blouse.

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