.. and right across from the urinals, are three toilet stalls. Two regular sized, the third, at the far end, the handicapped stall. Steel dividers, no...glory holes, but more than enough space between the doors to get a good look at whoever is on the stool ... or if you're inside, catch some views of who's out there.The john was empty, which doesn't mean you automatically turn and leave if you have more on your mind than a quick piss or shit. I set the bag of stuff I'd bought down beside at the. Joyce offered us refills of coffee and we accepted. She brought the pot over and filled our cups, then sat back down.“Hey, Joyce,” Kara said with an impish smile. “Do you want to do what you suggested back in June?”“In June?” Joyce asked with a puzzled look on her face.I knew exactly what Kara was getting at, and I simply didn’t believe she was serious. I had teased her about her wanting it, but I hadn’t been sure she’d ever quite be able to take that step. I knew she might be teasing, and I. Dammit, I nearly forgot to phone the Sergeant. I’ll do it now.”He fished out his phone again, and range the policeman.“Sergeant? Reg Robertson. We are GO for tomorrow. Sidra’s Mum – Mrs Sadaf – agreed to leave her husband.”“Sidra, is it? That the teenager who was found in the Chemistry basement?”“Yes, but she is in hiding. We are a place of safety for her, and her mother will be in the same boat when she gets here. Still O.K. for Banbury tomorrow?”“Yes. I have the car, the policewoman’s. The girl, who looked about 11 years old, was wearing a similar white sailor’s uniform, except that she wore a short pleated kilt. Richard walked over to have a better look at these children and couldn’t help noticing that the young girl’s nipples were nicely erect from being chafed against her middy blouse. He couldn’t help thinking that compared to the thin and dirty waifs he usually sought out, these children were much more healthy, clean and attractive. “Welcome to St Saviour’s Orphanage,.