no facials
ext. night-pool
A woman and man are floating around in the water. They are on familiar terms and flirtatious.
woman
…And he used to ask me to go into the wash to find scrap pieces of porn that bums would leave around so that he could sell them at his middle school.
man
Bums and their scrap porn.
WOMAN
…Yeah, he always told me ‘no facials.’
MAN
No facials?
WOMAN
Yeah, I guess little boys that age know about their wee-wees, but not about what they are really there for. Anyway, I came home one day and was like, “come here, I’ve got some for you!” And my mom heard me and asked what I had. I must have looked really guilty, and my brother was like, “nothing, mom,” so she knew something was going on. And she kept asking me and I started crying and finally broke down. I remember feeling like I was putting my life on the line, sobbing and saying, “but it’s not his fault, he keeps it under his mattress.”
MAN
Oh man.
WOMAN
Seriously. It sucked. I can still remember the feeling of the little rips of paper, and how happy I was when I found a whole page.
MAN
I’m always happy when I get the whole page.
WOMAN
Shut up.
MAN
Come here.
WOMAN
(sighing)
I lost my innocence to shitty porn in a wash. That’s probably why I’m here with you.
MAN
Shut up.
WOMAN
Come here.
