And guess what, YOU?RE THE TOY!? Jane laughed hysterically as she put the lid on over me leaving me in complete darkness and silence and contemplatin... my fate.As I lay there, I felt the box being lifted and I could tell I was being taken somewhere, but where? I was sure that I was put into some kind of vehicle. I could feel the bumping from the road. After what seemed to take forever, the vehicle stopped. I could once again feel myself being lifted again. Then everything stopped.I felt. He leaned over to the side and looked over the low wall that separated the stool from the urinal.“Nice,” he said.“Thanks,” was my reply. I knew that the very fact I said anything at all to him showed I was interested—such was the protocol of meeting places of that nature in those days. I glanced over the wall myself, but he was already in the process of putting his dick away and zipping up.“Got anything going on today?” he asked.“No,” I answered. “Not really. Just have to go to work later.” By. .Wehave watched him put on, well wear, and maybe enjoy frillies all hislife." The older woman, frowning again, "You know him?" "Yes, he's our brother, younger by 18 months. His girlfriend is the onein the black pants with the white button down shirt." "Yes, I see her, but what is she doing?" "Oh, she'll try to embarrass him in a moment by flipping open the frontof his kiltie-skirt, just to remind him who wears the pants in theirrelationship." "Why?" "His slip will show, and then we'll all know. It could be a scene out of any soap opera on tv. I'm forty, and an older man in her eyes. I've been married for almost fifteen years. It's not an unhappy marriage, but we have grown apart since the kids got older. I'm semi-successful at work, own my own company. But it's all a daily grind. But accepting it, 'this is what life is,' kind of attitude. She is eighteen and in the prime of her life. But she found me.I did not kid myself; she was not looking for me. She was looking for anyone willing.