Today he would probably be considered a paedophile or at least a gay sex maniac. The Gent’s toilet was a dark lit building with very small windows u...p near the roof standing on the corner of a side street which was a cul-de-sac. There were individual old fashioned porcelain toilet stalls. The place used to have a very strong urine smell no matter when you went in there. The man used to be standing facing into one of the stalls in the corner. When my pal and I or anyone went in he used to start. “I’ll be happy to give Missy a ride home and stay on the couch so they will feel safe” Cris said as he walked up to where Missy and her Dad were talking.“Great! You’re the only guy i would trust my daughters with” her Dad replied. “You guys be safe! Thanks again!” he went on before hopping in the car and driving away.“Great!” Missy exclaimed, “Now I’m stuck with you AND my sister all night long. Gonna bring your little whore along, too? Maybe she’ll just rape me next time.”“Missy, Baby” Cris. “It’s a shame that you burden it with such darkness…” “You of all beings should understand.” For some reason, I could feel his smile as he said, “I do—more than you will ever comprehend.” A cool spring breeze whipped my dark locks around me as I wrapped the bed sheet more snugly around my naked body. I was so exposed beneath the silky fabric, but I never felt so safe. The view from the terrace was so crushingly nostalgic. “We are going to conquer this world”—he kissed my shoulder—“you and. Both Debbie and I never saw the point of having sex where you do your cooking. ‘There he is! Back from the dead!’ Gary shouted out to us when my wife and I entered his house during our stay in Vegas after the heart attack. The Calley’s knew what had happen to me as did most of our friends. A few of them even visited me in the hospital. One guy called me up before he and his wife came and wanted to know if he could bring some strippers. I laughed and said no and he laughed and said alright..