By Hunter Perez
I will admit that I was glad that Holmgren pulled down my pants so I could relieve myself – I enjoyed a long piss that helped to calm my nerves. Unfortunately, I wished that he stayed until I finished so he could pull my pants back up. As a result, I was now in the ridiculous position of having my head and hands locked in the pillory while my pants were down at my ankles.
If it had been a sunny day, I might have an idea of time by tracking the sun’s position in the sky. But it was overcast, and my notion of celestial timekeeping was sabotaged.
I tried to alleviate my discomfort and anxiety by calling up happy memories. I recalled Hendrik, a personal trainer that I dated for a while. Hendrik was Dutch with blond hair, blue eyes, pale skin and a superhero’s body – he had the slightest trace of a Dutch accent that I found very sexy, especially when he tried to pronounce non-English words. One weekend, we took a road trip to Atlantic City and spent the day walking along the Boardwalk while floating in and out the casinos. We stayed through dinner at a fancy restaurant and opted to remain overnight – we were able to get a top floor hotel room with a grand view of the Atlantic Ocean. Once in our room, we ordered champagne and oysters from room service and had the most splendid night.
