A Gay Pride is being organized, and the chairpersons of the Lesbian and of the Gay association are in a quandary: both male and female Pride-goers are an odd number, and the hotel they're going to spend the night in charges ludicrous amounts for single bedrooms.
"We may ask the hotel to put an additional bed into two bedrooms, in order to accommodate for these two participants," the chairman suggests, but the chairwoman replies, "No dear, we women aren't into threesomes."
"But we can't make them sleep into the same bedroom! You know that Ryan is just gay-friendly, and a self-avowed breast-worshipper!"
"But he has also been claiming that his dearth of sexual activity has eventually made him impotent. Even though Margolis has the largest bust in our association, he may not be able to harm her."
"What if he takes Cialis before going to bed?"
"What if he's taken by surprise and he can't?"
"He may get angry at us."
"We're supposed to be his friends, not his matchmakers. He'll understand."
"Will Margolis understand?"
Margolis actually understands, but she asks, "Should I wear iron panties?"
"Cream panties would be better," the chairman answers, "Since he's lactose intolerant, he may not lick them away."
So the chairpersons pretend that Margolis is to sleep with the chartered bus driver (who is supposed to be a woman), and Ryan alone -- lest he may disturb the scheduled orgies :-)
In the meantime Ryan receives an important e-mail: his application as a sperm donor has been accepted, and as he sees that one of the sperm bank branches is located in the same city he's going to for the Gay Pride, he thinks, "Wonderful -- I can take advantage of the Gay Pride to save a train ticket."
When the party goes to the Pride, the bus driver is actually a male, and when Ryan has to buy an antihypertensive drug at a pharmacy, the chairwoman warily follows him pretending she has to buy some sanitary towels -- but as a matter of fact she's checking which drugs he's really buying.
But, curiously enough, Margolis is sitting beside Ryan in the bus, and cheerfully talks with him.
They talk about gender studies, literature, psychology, history, library science, art and queer artists like Michelangelo, Raffaello, Leonardo, and the like.
When they stop at a motorway restaurant, Ryan invites her to a coffee, and she accepts -- but Margolis only displays sympathy and friendship.
When they arrive at the hotel, Margolis tells Ryan, "I have something to fix at the reception -- you can go to the bedroom, have a shower and go to bed in the meantime".
Ryan wonders why does she speak as if he shared the bedroom with him, but says nothing; once he's done with his personal hygiene, he gets into the double bed with just his boxer shorts on -- it's summer, and he thinks he'll sleep alone.
A few minutes later, Margolis enters, and Ryan says, "Darling, you must have entered the wrong room".
"No, Ryan," Margolis smiles while sitting on the bed and showing him the chip card, "This is our room."
"Oh! Welcome here. Had I known that, I wouldn't have let you see me nearly naked."
"I'm a doctor. Naked people don't upset me."
"But, why did you pretend that you were going to sleep elsewhere?"
"Because we didn't want you to take harmful medication in advance."
"Which medication?"
Margolis giggles, nears to his ear, pressing her breasts against his shoulder, and says, "Cialis."
Ryan giggles in turn and says, "Margolis, I'm only telling you once: Cialis is unnecessary to make love with you. But since you don't want it, I won't ask for it".
"I hope you'll keep your word. Ok, it's time to have a shower and have a good night's rest."
It won't be a good night's rest for Ryan: Margolis hasn't brought a nightgown to wear, and her lacy underwear lets Ryan take a good look at her curves -- he even musters the courage to ask, "Margolis ..."
