-- It’s nippier than I thought.

-- It’s nice. These woods.

-- Yes.

-- Reminds me of other woods, other walks.

-- Whose woods these are I think I know.

-- When younger, when we were younger.

-- I remember.

-- That was quite a walk.

-- And quite a long time ago.

-- You were so—impetuous.

-- Youth.

-- Not that you’re less bold now.

-- Well—

-- I knelt in the grass before you. You leaned on a tree.

-- I remember.

-- A huge tree. A towering tree.

-- Yes.

-- A long time ago.

-- Not so much.

-- We were so young.

-- How did we know? How—

-- We didn’t. We just went on. Life is—just going on.

-- We’ve been through a lot, done everything.

-- It seems so at times, doesn’t it?

-- How free we were. How natural.

-- Is this a trail? I wonder. Is this a path?

-- I think so. Not—

-- There. It goes around there.

-- Yes.

-- Beautiful, though, isn’t it? The woods.

-- Yes.

-- Good to be outdoors, alone again.

-- After all this time, alone again.

-- The children.

-- Well.

-- We wanted that. We did. That was what we did.

-- Yes. A family.

-- Yes.

-- Time passes. Impetuosity wanes.

-- Yes.

-- You were so beautiful. I remember, the first time I saw your breasts.

-- Gone now. I hate that childbirth does that.

-- No, now.

-- It’s true. How can you—

-- You are beautiful still. I didn’t mean that.

-- I know.

-- Then.

-- Yes. Have we done it all, do you think? I want to do something else.

-- What—

-- Something we haven’t done.

-- It’s the woods. You’re remembering.

-- Yes.

-- That was lovely. You kneeling in the leafrot.

-- It was. Your dick.

-- Come now.

-- Your lovely dick. In my mouth.

-- Yes.

-- We could do that again. I would kneel here.

-- Woman. You.

-- I will. Do you want to? Do you want to stop a while?

-- I do want to stop. Here.

-- Yes. Sit.

-- A fallen tree. How long ago?

-- Right.

-- If only to rest. Can’t quite hike like I used to.

-- No.

-- You look lovely. The sun is in your hair. Your cheeks are flushed. Madonna.

-- Sweet man.

-- I need to pee.

-- It’s anywhere you want. Only nature out here.

-- Damn prostate.

-- Is it bothering you again?

-- Not really. Not much.

-- Are you going back to Dr.—

-- Yes. I mean, I know I must.

-- Yes.

-- It’s just—

-- I know. Me too. I think I’m due.

-- That scare that time. You had better.

-- I know.

-- Are you cold?

-- Not much.

-- You want my jacket? I told you to put on—

-- No. I mean, thank you, I’m fine. The sun here is—

-- Like honey. Your face.

-- Yes. Sitting here is nice.

-- It is.

-- I could stay here. I could sleep right here, under this tree. I could.

-- The woodland creatures would weave garlands for your hair.

-- Let’s take off our clothes.

-- Grimalkin.

-- I mean it.

-- We’d freeze.

-- We wouldn’t, you know. The sun is quite nice.

-- We’re too old to be nudists. Too old.

-- Ok.

-- I still have to pee.

-- Stand up and pee.

-- Yes.

-- Sweet—

-- Yes.

-- Wait—

-- Yes—

-- Let me hold it.

-- What?

-- Your dick. While you pee.

-- For Godsake.

-- No, really. I’ve never.

-- Just because.

-- I know.

-- Well.

-- Come here. Stand this way.

-- Now, Grimalkin.

-- Just you. How do you do it?

-- It’s fairly easy—just—

-- Here. Take your trousers down more. There.

-- Mm.

-- Now. Do it. Pee while my hand is wrapped around it.

-- Well—

-- Just. Like this? Should I hold it like this?

-- I’m not sure—

-- What is it? Does this hurt?

-- No, no. I’m not sure I can pee. With you.

-- Really?

-- Well, I’m not sure. I never could—you know—with someone else—

-- Shy man.

-- Yes.

-- Here, how bout I just shake your balls a bit. That help?

-- Not to pee—perhaps—

-- Ok. Let’s just be calm. Think about peeing. Water. Think about water.

-- Yes. Is this important to you?

-- It is. Suddenly it is.

-- Ok.

-- There, there. Calm. I am just rolling it in my fingers. There, there.

-- Mm.

-- Go ahead, Darling. Take your time.

-- Mm, just—

-- Yes—

-- I do—

-- I know.

-- I will—

-- I know. You have to pee. I feel it.

-- I do—

-- Yes. There. Oh—oh—there we go. Mm, it feels so warm. Mm, yes, I like the way it feels. Such a good stream, yes. Mm, that’s my man—I like how warm it is. Your dick thick and warm.

-- Oh—mm—you’re getting your hand in it—

-- Yes, I want to. I want to feel your pee, yes. Keep peeing. God, you were so full. It feels funny—your dick is so warm—and it feels—kind of throbby—I like it. I want my hands covered with your pee—there—God—

-- Oh. My sweet. That was quite a pee.

-- Yes. Yes, are you finished now?

-- Yes. I am. I think.

-- May I hold it just a while longer? While my hand is still warm with your pee?

-- Yes. My knees are weak.

-- There, there.

-- You’re a funny woman.

-- There. Now. Zip up.

-- Yes. Thank you.

-- That was—magnificent! I won’t wash this hand for a while.

-- You’re a funny woman. My Grimalkin.

-- We’d never done that before.

-- Ok.

-- A memorable day. Don’t you think?

-- I do. Yes. Thank you.

-- Thank you, darling. You pee very nicely.

-- Thank you.

-- Now, that path. Where does it go from here?

-- I don’t—

-- Is that it? Is that the path? Where do we go from here?

-- I don’t know. I don’t have any idea.