I guessed that the booths were full and they were just waiting. I’d say there were five booths. The first one was empty but I saw no hole either. Th... next two were occupied and so was #5, leaving #4 empty. Just as I got there one of the guys went in and closed the door. He was only in there about two minutes but I saw as he went in that there were gloryholes on either side, well, if you could call them gloryholes. They were cut about 24 inches high and 18 inches wide. Since the connecting two. When his comm was answered it was by an assistant, “Constable commander McBeth’s comm.”I headed for the next floor, “This is marshal Morpheus. I need a full response at the marshals building.”The man snorted, “Sorry marshal but that is your responsibility and our officers have a lot on their plate right now.”I growled as I looked out at dead bodies in the hallway of the next floor, “Whoever the hell you are get me the constable commander now! You tell him marshal commander Morpheus wants a full. Suddenly Mel looked at me with a dead serious look on her face, “truth or dare,” she said. “Oh Mel, you don’t really want to go there, do you?” I responded, feeling a little buzzed from the wine. “Yes I do!” she said, “truth or dare?”“Okay, I’ll play along,” I said, “let’s go with truth.” Mel stared at me for a moment, and I could see she was trying to figure out how to ask me something. Finally she asked, “Have you ever, or ever thought about kissing a girl?” Maybe it was the wine, or. Both of us are nymphomaniacs, although the proper term for a man is "satyrisis." We just like to fuck. Allie is an old friend from when we all lived together in another time and place. Just out of college, we all lived together in this one huge attic room of an old house that had been converted to an apartment. Clothing was optional in those days too, and we just lived a lotus-eating existence. Allie was such a nympho in those days too, and she used to spin her tales of sexual adventure for us.