My nervousness started to dissipate because I knew this was the beauty of hiding in the "open". My contact would be inside a Police Station and never ...ause a single suspicion.Just then, Jesse staggered out of the bedroom dressed only in her pussycat slippers. I silently poured her a coffee with lots of milk and lots of sugar. She slurped it down with her eyes mostly closed and crinkled up in that look that told me she was suffering from too much drink the night before. I wondered if she. My friend slunked away and joined me (finally)."Ummm, I think the brunette got jealous. They're kinda fighting now, and I'm all wet. What should I do?" she asked me."That sucks. I wish I could help" You can..."Whoa! Is she trying to sa--"You can buy me another drink."Shit. I got us two whisky shots, because what the fuck. We pounded them, and I got kind of flushed. I was rambling away at how no-one appreciated a good Victorian figure anymore, and she started to lean into me and rest her head on. I got out the gauze and the peroxide from the medicine cabinet and started cleaning the scrapes, still shaking my head at being caught like that. I kept soaking gauze and wiping the cuts for a while, giving up on it and grabbing the jar of cotton balls, soaking them and using them to clean the cuts, watching the scrapes foam badly as soon as the peroxide touched them. After nearly 30 minutes of pouring peroxide onto the cuts, wiping it off and pouring more on, I gave up in frustration and just. So one last trip into the restroom but his time I go to the urinal, take out my cock and pretend to be peeing. It took about thirty seconds when someone was standing at the next urinal. He also had his cock out and was pretending to be peeing then someone else entered the restroom. I panicked, put my cock away and went back to watching the movie.As I was sitting there I thought wow, I did not even look at that guy's face, I only took a glance at his cock. So now even if there was an.