Basic rules:Don't look at anyone unless you're sure they're 'on' i.e. willing to engage in sexual activity, even if that's voyeurism.Don't make it too... obvious that you're not pissing, but waiting...Don't engage anyone in small talk - guys ashamed of pissing in public do that, in factDon't talk at all unless absolutely necessaryDon't follow anyone in, or out, unless they've signalled they want you to.Don't stay in there too long, casual observers might wonder why you're in taking such timeDon't. She did this really neat trick and rolled over from on her hands and knees onto her back without letting the dildo come out of her cunt. She lay on her back, legs wide apart with one end of that monster dildo in her cunt and me sucking the other end. She just STARED at me.Then she slowly took it out of her cunt and put it in her mouth. She was still on her back on the floor and I was on my knees. She slowly got up onto her knees until we were facing each other, on our knees, both of us sucking. ” She sighed. “I’m feeling a bit homesick.” “Seeing your car reminds me of Dad so much…” Her eyes teared up and she turned away briefly. “Sorry.” She smiled weakly. “Rough week.” She melted my heart. I knew her pain, I was alone in a strange place too. “Anyway.” She continued. “Would it be possible for me to drive your car.” “I know we just met and all, but it would mean so much.” “I’ve never let anybody drive her, not even my Dad, but I’m wet and dirty, and if you’ll drive me back to my. I was in the Men's changing room trying on jeans when Kevin placed his first smoke bomb on the carpet of the hallway that led to the emergency stairway. He opened the plastic bag, poured acetone in and around the bag, and set it on fire. He repeated this in front of the up and down escalators and then in front of the elevator.Apparently, Kevin was an uncoordinated klutz or so far out of it on drugs that he didn't realize what he was doing. While setting the elevator fire, he drenched himself.