After a couple drinks i had to piss. i was standing at the urinal pissing, the door opened, he walked in locked the door, guess it was suppose to be 1... at a time, i didn't know....there is a mirror above the urinal & sink., so i said hey, he walked over, asked if he could join me, he pulled his dick out & started pissing,,,,,Commented me on my thick cock. He said wow dude nice bat...I said thanks, you look like you are packing to b*o..He winked. when i was done he grabbed my dick, i said if. I had found a spinner that had numbers on it, which is what Brian wanted. The game was pretty simple. They took turns spinning and the one with the highest number got to either have the other person do something physically in front of them, or they got to touch the other person's button or knob for a minute. Then I got a wicked idea. . . I would do the spinning and explaining what they had to do. I made that suggestion, and I knew Brittany would go along,. " Yes, but I'm rather a naughty little slut in the sack." Good to know. I take it that you're British, from your accent at least." I was born and grew up in England, until I turned 12, and then my family moved to the States." So, are you a citizen yet?" You mean, an American? No, love, I haven't been naturalized. I've had other things to do, like getting an education, and I don't know where I plan to live when I settle down." What's it like, living in America?" Very different from Europe. It's. "We sure do. Anything up to twenty words the cost is only two bits. What is it you wish to advertise for?"Patrick ignored the man's whiney, pinched nose voice as best he could. He hadn't counted on having to spend money just for placing his advertisement. He scratched the back of his neck with a ragged finger nail while he thought that one out. Two bits wouldn't put a big hole in his savings, after all. "I'm lookin' fer a woman. One ta marry."The newspaperman pushed his glasses back into place.