I'd shoot my load onto the pictures and straight away feel guilty I'd then wipe my dick pull up my trousers and pants shove the magazine behind the to...let and rush off disgusted in myself. But I knew I would be back the next weekend for my fix.There was something about the toilets that turned me on the dirty smell of piss the thought that I was in a public place wanking off a lot of things really.This particular day I had done all of the above I was sat down on the dirty metal toilet legs apart. I’ll miss her but I’ll not sit and weep now that she’s gone. She doesn’t hurt anymore and I have to feel good about that.“I’ll be back by the time the coffee perks.”Sam Connor dressed in his pants and boots, then pulled a light coat on before he walked out the back door carrying a lantern.Just as Sam had said, he was back in a matter of minutes and Eli heard him stomping the mud off his feet on the back porch. He poured both of them a mug of hot coffee and they sat at the small table, drinking. “You were hurt, not dying, there was no need for the priest to perform last rites just yet.”“Not for that, to heal me.”“Clergy doesn’t heal people, physicians do. That’s why I called him.”“I meant to heal me with magic.”Her confusion deepened, “Magic? You must have been having some interesting dreams while you were out. There is no such thing as magic, Kal.”Her last phrase felt wrong on a very deep level, though he couldn’t put his finger on why. A moment later he quit worrying about it as his. She wasn't afraid to speak up but at the same time she could be this warm, gentle human being that was growing on me.When Steph was five years old and started school I switched to the day turn. I was there in the evenings to watch her while Diane went to school. I began to love this little girl. I mean really love her. I looked forward to getting home to play with her and take her to the park. In her earlier years she was just a cute baby who ate and cried. Of course I had strong feelings for.