It was another quiet night. The house was silent, the lights were off, but around 3 a.m., something strange happened. In the dark of his bedroom, Lalo got up without a word. Eyes half-open, he walked straight to the bathroom, wearing only his boxers. He turned on the shower and stepped under the icy water as if it were the most normal thing in the world without removing his boxers. They clung to his body, soaked through. Suddenly, in an unexpected movement, he reached back and yanked his own boxers up, giving himself a wedgie. At first it was light. Then it grew tighter. Again and again. As if it were a kind of sacred routine. He stood there for a few minutes, wedging himself under the shower, until he turned off the water and walked back to bed dripping wet, without a hint of awareness. The next morning, he awoke with his boxers wedged up and the bath towel on the floor. He remembered nothing… but had a vague feeling that the night had been… strange.
