Glorious make up sex looms as my  estranged girlfriend motions me into the ladies room stall. The door left ajar for well wishing voyeurs. I lean to kiss.  

"No foreplay. Strict word limit," she advised.  Panties ripped, tongues flutter like pissed off murder hornets. Fingers provide standing orgasms and ovations. My pussy was leaking like Motel Six plumbing. Now, officially our second date, lesbian protocal demands we cohabitate plus buy a cat. I forgot why we fought but she will remind me daily. 

With faces and toilet flushed we leave looking for a kitty needing two mommies.