As I walked out on the sidewalk today, I saw two pairs of legs lying on the steps to the next-door building. The two top feet pointed down, the bottom two, up.
How very strange, I thought. I wonder if two kids are fighting. I walked over to have a closer look.
The person on top, the very young person on top, about 14, maybe, had his pants down below his butt and seemed to be kissing the person beneath him, whose arms were around his neck.
Well, good. They weren't fighting. Although it must have been quite painful for the person who was lying directly on concrete stairs. It was impossible to tell whether that person was male or female.
I clicked the garage door open and got into my car.
By the time I had warmed it up and backed out, the steps were empty.
"Did I hallucinate?" I asked Flip.
"No, they were there," he said.
"Oh."
"It's spring."
It was 2 o'clock in the afternoon. This is a quiet residential street, a few blocks from San Francisco Bay.
As we drove away, we passed the building on our other side. There was a teenaged couple, boy and girl, having stand-up sex in the entryway. They were about the same height. I saw that both had dropped their pants, which looked familiar.
This time, the girl was pressed against the mailboxes.
She probably has some interesting designs imprinted on her butt.
At least I didn't have to get out the hose.
Maybe I should have left the garage open.
