Today, by luck, it was unlocked. I went through the door into the ladies' dressing room and checked the door on the other side. It was unlocked as well, so I could go all the way into the font itself. I stepped into the font and crossed it and went back up to check the door on the men's side. It was locked, but, as I knew, I could unlock it by hand from this side.
I crossed back over to the ladies' side of the font. There was no noise coming from the other side of the vinyl retractable accordion-wall, so I supposed that there was no one in the adjoining room. That divider was closed and locked as usual, so even if there had been people in the room, they wouldn't have been able to tell there was someone in the font unless I made a lot of noise.
The fact that the door was unlocked was an incredible stroke of good fortune, and it was just the opportunity I had been looking for. I immediately thought of Walter. The baptismal font was one of the few places in the building where we would have complete privacy. And the fact that it was amusing that it was unlocked in the first place was excuse enough to ask him to come with me to see it.
As I walked back to where people were rehearsing, I wondered to myself precisely what I hoped to do with him there. I wasn't really sure. Probably some making-out, as they say. Maybe even some "petting" to use the awful word they taught us in church for it -- I didn't know any other. I thought perhaps I would even be willing to go all the way with him if I had a condom. I hadn't thought to get one, but I figured that that level of sexual adventure was still far enough in the future that there would be time to cross that bridge later.
When I got to the cultural hall, I found that they were just getting started at rehearsing the number Pulling Together, which was one that I was in. Walter wasn't busy with any of his scenes at the moment, so he was sitting on the edge of the stage watching. As I passed him, I told him I had something that I wanted to show him privately after our number.
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