I dropped my pants and sat down to read the writings and see what the hole was all about, peering through the hole I could see that the stall next to ...ine was empty. I had been perusing the graffiti for a few minutes when I heard the door on the stall next to mine open and close, I looked through the hole and watched a man unzip, pull his cock out of his pants and pee, when he was done he turned toward the hole and stroked his cock a few times moving closer to the hole as he did. I watched him. After all, it’s not everyday in our small town that two tall, slim gorgeous women in mini skirts go into a restaurant particularly since one had a badge and a pistol clipped to her waist. Of all our friends, Stan and Irene were built most like us. The four of us drew stares and not just a few envious looks.Stan and I were used to our ladies drawing attention wherever they went and just settled down for an enjoyable meal. Stan seemed confident in his abilities to handle situations and I knew I. We’re the folks who Happy Harry calls the invisible people. We’re bums, winos, and crazy folk with no other place to live except out on the street. He says we’re invisible ‘cause people choose not to see us. Of course, when something happens everyone sees us, so his description ain’t exactly correct.”Pointing over at the California Kid, Black George continued, “The California Kid has been living on the street for close to six years. It might not look like it to y’all, but the kid has done all. ”“Yes, Mother.” Will replied in a snobbish voice.As the warm water washed over Will’s face he couldn’t help but think of Claire. What would you do…? I know what I would do. I would kiss you then slowly make my way down your neck, then I would continue to move lower and --NO, she your just your friend. She doesn’t like me in that way. I just got to stop thinking about it. Will started to put shampoo in his hair, thinking about how her lips would taste. By the time he was rinsing out the.