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Hypothesis: Adding the possibility of getting caught to the otherwise delightful act of copulating is a little like sprinkling one's popcorn with paprika: not necessary — but definitely nice. But knowing you're going to get caught — well, that's a drizzle of sweet cream butter. Or so I assume... Materials: • Willing partner: in this case, Ms. Inimitables • Restaurant bathroom, door unlocked • Unsuspecting intruder Method: Getting busted having sex is typically no more difficult than "helping" your friend babysit, accidentally leaving your dorm-room door unlocked, or failing to notice workmen on the rooftop outside your window. In such situations, it pays simply to discontinue pistoning (without extraction), then wave and smile with the nonchalance of a sous chef seen chiffonading parsley. But intending to get caught is a slightly different matter. It requires discussion, anticipation, and planning — and, for me at least, elicits all the nerves of any public, penis-related performance. When I raised the question with Ms. Inimitables of when and where we were going to be discovered, we struggled to find consensus. For some reason her parents' bed was deemed off-limits, as were her office, Central Park, the DMV, and the Disney Store.
A few days later, Ms. Inimitables conveniently had a triathlon to race on Staten Island, and I thought, what better place to get busted than on the ferry back, under the approving eye of Lady Libertine? Sadly, though, the ferry was so crowded and had such giant restrooms, there was no good way to sneak her into the men's. Coitus interruptus impossibilus. Then I remembered the Metro North railway with its (I long ago noticed) massive single-toilet restrooms with sliding doors that are notoriously hard to lock. (I've walked on a number of people mid-squat. No one was ever pleased.) Inquiring minds want to know, why, Mr. Train Car Designer, did you make the bathroom stalls larger than my Manhattan bedroom if you didn't want me to transfer some of the activity of the latter into the former? I consider the design a tacit mandate from the Budd company. So Ms. Inimitables and I began doing the thing we like to do, with her leaning up against the metal sink and me doing my best imitation of an ornamental cloak. We did it, and we did it, and we made noise, and we made sure the door was unlocked, and no one came (uh, by which I mean to say, no one tried to enter), and we kept doing it, and still no one came (and not doing so was becoming increasingly difficult for one member of the constituency), but still no knocking, no busting, no discovery, no jail time. With Ms. Inimitables, a mortal man can only hold himself back so long. So finally, we returned to our seats, blushing madly but feeling like two hands that had clapped in the forest. A little more research and I found the perfect spot to try again: an historical Manhattan bar/restaurant famous for its burgers, with upstairs seating and stall bathrooms at the back, the last one co-ed. So two nights later, a few beers and a disc of cow in each of us, we trundled to the back, giggling, ready to get amorous.
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