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Accident

Everyone picks their nose in private. Most people have urinated in the shower, one time or another. Along the same lines, when a men and a women grow comfortable with one another within a relationship they no longer feel it an embarrassment to fart in one another’s company.
   Jill got off on this nuance of their intimacy. John obliged. He always found happiness in Jill's pleasure, no matter what the request. As long as it didn’t hurt it was all ok with him.

“You're holding back on me Jill, I know it.”
   “It was just was going stale. You know how relationships hit the time it all goes boring after the honeymoon period. You try to do stuff to spice it up. You know ...”
   “Stale? Don't be stupid. Come on. You two were great together and you know it. The way I used to see him kissing you, even after a year, used to make me feel jealous. No matter who I was with. you're can't be telling me everything,” Amanda insisted.
   “Come on, you know I don't want to talk about it. I thought we were out for a drink and a laugh, and some ...”
   “John's good for you. Or was good for you. I’m sure you can get it back. He must have done something. Or was it someone else? He shagged someone else didn’t he? The little bastard.”
   “There was no one else. You’re right we were good but …,” the word hang in the air, “I mean can we just drop it.”
   “But what?”
   “Okay, okay,” Jill relented, “I can see that you're not going to let this go. So, okay I'll tell you. Just so we can move on and have a laugh tonight. Just don't let it go any further, right? And you’re gonna be shocked … I mean feel sick.”
   “You found child porn on his computer. Fucking perv! I hope you…”
   “SHUT UP AND LISTEN WILL YOU. And tell no one, not even Jude? Right!”
   “Okay, okay.”
   “Well it's not that I'm not liberal or uninhibited or anything but ...”
   Amanda felt a rush of excitement.
   “It was just, well, how can I say. He shit on my tits.”
   “Jesus-Fucking- What? What!! Urgh!” Amanda instinctively pushed her drink away as if were an actual piece of faeces.
   “Oh, shut up about it. You know now. It's over. Let's not talk about it. Ever again. I'm going to the bar,” Jill said as she got up, giving her time to think of a totally different topic which would excite Amanda enough to not go back the subject of John.

John stood in the shower picking his nose, pissing and thinking about Jill tits and how what happened had happened.
   It was an accident. A fart gone wrong. Even though they both laughed about it afterwards as they both showered together, things changed because things had changed between them.
   So slowly slowly it came apart.

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