I needed to let go of my yellow the other day and as I walked in to the men’s room I thought I heard someone in the toilet cubicle. Not all that interested, I just went ahead to the urinal.
The sound of my footsteps obviously alerted the man in the cubicle that there was someone present and he thought it a good idea to lock the door.
This begs the question, why wasn't it already locked?
Honestly, this still wasn't anything to worry about. It was just a little peculiar at most. The alarming part came when the man started making noises. And not softly either!
I really couldn't tell if the was in pain or grunting from pleasure. I had a mind to look over the door to see which two teachers were doing the dirty during office hours.
I can't wait for the day when I can enjoy myself in the cubicle like that.
The sound of my footsteps obviously alerted the man in the cubicle that there was someone present and he thought it a good idea to lock the door.
This begs the question, why wasn't it already locked?
Honestly, this still wasn't anything to worry about. It was just a little peculiar at most. The alarming part came when the man started making noises. And not softly either!
I really couldn't tell if the was in pain or grunting from pleasure. I had a mind to look over the door to see which two teachers were doing the dirty during office hours.
I can't wait for the day when I can enjoy myself in the cubicle like that.
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