I bought the magazine and left.I began walking around town, sizing up possible destinations.Behind a wall, a garden, an alleyway. Nothing was discreet...enough. I made my way down to the seafront about to give up when I came across a public toilet.Great.I walked in, found a free cubicle and locked the door.I placed the magazine top of the closed toilet lid, pulled both my jeans and underwear down and slowly began to massage my cock.It took a little while to get my cock hard, whether it was nerves. Don't understand, Eric. What... ?" Come over here," Kaye told her, motioning toward a slightly ajar door set in the far wall. "I think you ought to see this, Vicki."Perplexedly, she followed the respected educator across the carpeted floor to the door. There, adjacent to the door, were mounted numerous switches, knobs, and Eric Kaye reached up to twist one of them, bringing the previously soft strains of the Gleason orchestra into ear-consuming loudness. Then, with a flick of his deft fingers. Main aur Mr.Mehta hi cabin me the.Mr.Mehta: “Aruna .. I am sorry maine kuch jayda hi bol diya tha kal phone par tumhe. Mujhe aisa nahi kahna chahiye tha.. actually tum itni khubsurat ho ke.. meri marzi na hote huye bhi phone par aise kuch muh se nikal gaya.. I am realy very sorry.”Unke sorry kahne se mujhe thik laga. Maine bhi reply diya “Its okay sir. Koi baat nahi. Mujhe aapke saath kaam karne me khushi hongi.”Mr.Mehta: “Okay to kal se tum join kar lo. Nice to meet you and once again sorry. .." only to be interrupted by her spouse."She entertains railroad workers, and especially on paydays?" he said.I nodded knowingly about their drift, but I acted disappointed. Fact is, it made total sense to me that she was sexually active. How else was she going to have a baby?As I finally parted company, they hoped I would be able to steer Melody to the light, as they put it.It was still quite a few miles out to Promontory, and I was able to gain my way onto the Union Pacific's private meeting.