"Good man." The freestanding urinal in the middle of his shop was one of Peter’s proudest innovations. Zula heard Wallace’s zipper going down, heard him using it, thought it would be funny to come down the stairs and make her exit at that point. But her car was now blocked in by Wallace’s. "I’ve been assuming that you deliberately fucked me," Wallace remarked, as he was peeing, "but now I entertain the possibility that it is something other than that."