"I want to get Dirty Dancing," Julie commented as they pulled into the movie rental lot.
Connie rolled her eyes. "You always want to watch it. It's twenty years old; I'm sure you can find some other movie to watch."
"It's a classic."
"Yeah, a classic bore." Connie knew by the sputter that came from deep within Julie's throat, that there was going to be a fight if she didn't diffuse the situation. "Look, we'll get it. Like we always do. I just want to know why you don't buy it instead of wasting all this money renting it."
"I have it in Maine."
"Bring it with you next time, Jules. It'll save money."
They climbed out of Connie's blue Mini Cooper and walked across the parking lot. They didn't get a lot of time to spend with each other since they went to college in different states. This year they were spending spring break in Minnesota.
She wasn't the only out of state Duck to return this year. Kenny and Dwayne, unlikely best friends, had come in the night before and Dean had come to see Fulton. The only ones who hadn't come were Luis and Russ.
"What is that guy doing?"
Connie grabbed her arm, pulling her to a stop in the middle of the parking lot. "What's wrong?" Julie winced at the edge still in her voice. The Dirty Dancing argument was typical for them so she shouldn't let it bother her.
"There's Dean."
"What? Where?"
"There. With his back to us." Connie pointed and they watched him for a moment. His voice barely reached them. "Is he cussing?"
"Yeah, but the real question is what is he doing behind the door of his truck and why is the ground getting wet? I hope he's not peeing in the parking lot. That's vile."
"C'mon. Let's go see."
"Forget it. If he is peeing in the parking lot, do we really want to know about it?"
"Sure. We can tell all the guys. Since they're disgusting, they'll enjoy it." She slanted a look in Julie's direction. "We both know you'd like to get a look at him anyway."
Julie snorted. "There's a big difference between thinking a man is fine and watching him pee."
Dean was standing in the vee of his truck's open door. He was still muttering and swearing under his breath. He wasn't urinating, there was too much on the ground for that, Julie assumed but the empty water bottle clutched in his hand cleared up the mystery of the wet pavement.
"Hey, Dean!" Connie chirped behind him and he swung around reflexively.
The women's mouths dropped in shock. Dean's jeans were unzipped and his penis was pulled through the opening.
He was….large, Julie thought with her eyes glued to him. And wet. Connie was digging her nails into Julie's arm but the pain didn't stop her from staring.
"Shit. Fuck." Dean whirled around and tried to stuff himself back into his pants. Between the water he had poured on his dick to stop the burning and the wet denim of his jeans, it was tough.
He never should have ordered that wonton soup and definitely shouldn't have eaten in his truck. He glared at the restaurant where he'd ordered the Chinese takeout. He was never going to live this one down.