Go and comfort her, but don't give up

'Awww fuck!' you think to yourself. Those sobs just cut into you. This is your fault, you should have pushed back so hard, so suddenly. With a sigh you tap on the door and ask Trish to let you in.

"Go away," she sniffs, but she sounds morose, not angry.

You know how poorly built these washrooms usually are, so you bash into the door shoulder first. Ow! That'll leave a mark. But the cheap lock on the stall door pops open and you find yourself staring at a sniveling Trish. She's sitting on the toilet, arms and legs pulled in. She's 6 foot tall and rather broad shouldered, but she looks so small now.

She looks shocked and doesn't resist when you put your hands on her shoulders. "I'm sorry," you say, trying not to start crying yourself. She sniffs and snivels more rapidly and blows her nose with some toilet paper. But you think she's trying to either smile or hide a smile, it's hard to tell.

You quickly turn and lock the stall door and then sit on her lap. Maybe not the best idea, but there's so little space in here it's the only way you can end up almost eye to eye with her. You take some more TP and try to blot away her running makeup and tears. It went over well the first time, so you say "I'm so sorry."

Trish bawls a little longer before getting herself under control enough to answer. "No, no Jane, I'm sorry. -Sniff- I told you I always come on too strong."

Ninjas... onions... damn it. "Yeah, right now I think I'm the one who came on too strong."

At least that gets a laugh. "What, did we suddenly move to Canada? Fighting over who gets to apologize first?" she asks. And then she smiles. God what a beautiful smile. She wipes away your tears and you feel your heart start beating again.

The words start tumbling out. "I just want to be more! Not just a girl on your arm or a dress up doll. I want my own life, but I want you in it. I want to be your equal."

"Partners in crime?" she asks, still trying to wipe away a few tears.

"Yeah. With some of the things you want to do that sounds appropriate." You can't help yourself, you grind your bottom against Trish's thighs.

"You can't be in the mood for that!"

"Not right now, not really." You give her a long, romantic kiss and then stare deep into her eyes. "But I bet we'll work up an appetite over dinner."

Trish smiles again and lifts you up. You forgot how strong she is. There isn't much space, but she manages to spin you around and kiss you. She puts you down and giggles, her recent tears all but forgotten. "Dress up doll? Now that's a low blow. I try to teach you about women's fashion and you say that? I think I'll have to spank you later."

You almost remind her that you're not going to let her push you around when you spot that impish grin creeping back onto her face. Oh, what a tease! Well two can play at that game - you put your finger on your lips and act like a total ditz. "But how will you spank me if I'm giving you a low blow?" You shape your mouth into an 'O' and poke the inside of your cheek with your tongue. All your guy friends at school said you made the best blowjob gesture - and that's rather a funny thought in its own right. Trish certainly understands what you're implying. She laughs so hard she actually starts snorting and has to hang on to the walls to keep from toppling over. Once she recovers she gives you another kiss and says, "I'd better touch up your makeup... if you don't mind. Partner."

Mmmm, that one word is music to your ears. "I bet I look like a clown."

"I bet I look worse."

You both walk out of the stall and have another fit of laughter looking at your faces in the mirror. Makeup takes long enough that by the time you return to your table the food is ready. The food is amazing - that or massive emotional disasters are a great spice. As you sit there eating some noodles you stare across the table at your girlfriend - boyfriend - who cares which? You stare at your loving partner, the woman who's the father of your child and you sigh contentedly.