. I felt a throbbing down below that I had never felt before. A hunger. A heat.I had never done this before. I undid and lowered my jeans and sat down...on the toilet, experimentally running my hand over my left thigh. Every time I ran my hand up my thigh, I’d get further up. Closer to it. I was so turned on, so sensitive, that even the first time I ran my hand against the area next to my labia, I nearly cried out.I was going to do it. I was going to learn how to masturbate, here in this grimy. A urinal girl was deferential, accommodating. It was just the way things were. “But the men who work here need somewhere to piss, and where better than in my mouth, sir?”Walter scoffed. “Well, I suppose that’s right,” he said.Samantha took what comfort she could from the fact that Walter’s was a slow trickle instead of an overwhelming gush like the previous men. But before Walter was even done, other men had begun lining up behind him.The meeting was only an hour long, but it seemed to drag on. "Here you go hun, I'll be outside and I'll ask one of the other nurses tosee if they can find your mother." Mom is still here? Please could you get her," I asked in a small voice."Sure, I think she just stepped out to have a cigarette."The nurse partially shut the door and stepped away.I stuck my hand in the shower, it was nice and warm, I removed my rodeand reached back struggling a bit with the hooks of the bra. I hung themup on the hook and stepped into the shower. I closed my eyes and felt. I wouldn’t have been doing that if I had known. Even with the door closed I never would have done that if I knew you were here. I am so sorry.” She turned to me with a skillet full of bacon in her hand. As she began to put it on our plates she said to me, “There is nothing wrong with what you were doing. It is perfectly natural. That is why I am not upset. It is just not what I expected to see first thing on a Saturday morning. It actually took me by surprise. Like I said, I don’t care if.