Toni sat on the washing machine whilst I fitted the new pipe. “I hear you are thinking of retaking, Toni? What did you get first time round?”“A ...nd two Bs. I don’t know why, that’s the trouble. Fiona walked it, of course, but I don’t know if trying again will be any different. Maybe I’m just not cut out to be university material”“Toni, stop feeling sorry for yourself. I got a C and two Ds ... now that’s a screw up. No, actually my friend Clive really screwed up, he got two Es. That isn’t enough. All that running has shaken me up, and already I can feel my bladder starting to ache. The train is quite full, with lots of people like us going home after an evening out, but I insist on pushing down the carriages until we can find the one with a toilet. I hate using train toilets– they’re usually dirty and smelly and have a lock that doesn’t work, but it’ll be better than nothing.And wouldn’t you know it, when we find it, the damn thing’s out of order, with a sign stuck on the door saying. What the fuck. What kind of woman would ask her man if he was cumming for her but I just stood in the corner and enjoyed looking, her going berserk on Jovan’s cock and stroking it furiously and frantically. Jovan had totally gone quiet and his cock obviously looking more treacherous in her hands. “Cum on, cum for me, cum for me now”; Vivian was kind of prompting Jovan and had gone back to taking his cock in her mouth and working it vigorously. “Oh fuck”. I heard Jovan blurt out and then his. I asked the bartender for a rum and coke, and took a look around. There were lots of guys dancing with each other. Most of them were pretty overt with the dirty dancing, some guys were shirtless too. I felt myself getting a little turned on watching.A bald black guy came up to the bar, ordered a drink, then looked at me and asked if I wanted one too. I said sure, and he got me another rum and coke. We talked for a bit while the alcohol settled in. His name was James, and I told him it was.