He is in his mid 60's and is about 5'10", med/lge build with greying hair. I knew he was married as I had seen him and his wife in town occasionally, ...n Tuesday though I happened to bump into him as I entered the public conveniences in the town centre and he was already in there stood at the urinals. I made my way to the cubicle at the far end of the room, which as is the case with most public loos these days was covered in graffiti and even had a lame attempt at a glory hole gouged in the wood. Eric opened his eyes and blinked. "You two sound like you do it together." Do what, Eric?" Pattie teased. "Say it."Eric blinked again. "Fuck." He said it!" Pattie cried. "You're catching on, Eric." Yeah, a few more months with us and you'll be fucking too," John said.Eric covered his eyes with his arm. "What makes you think I don't fuck now?" he said."Ohhhhhhh," Patty said slowly. "I think we're going to hear a confession, John."Eric blushed and turned back onto his belly. Patty giggled. “Your girlfriend. He asked me, and I quote, if you were still seeing ‘that nigger bitch’. I asked him if his momma was still whoring, and, for some reason, at that point the conversation ended.” Athos grinned. “Not talking to that dingleberry will not bother me at all.”I turned to my partner, and shrugged. Doug ventured, “Guess he doesn’t like black folks much, eh?”“I wonder if that might prove to be some kind of handicap, in a city with a black mayor, black city council, and mostly black. Maybe it was to prevent unwanted visitors once the show began. Or perhaps it was to prevent anyone from easily leaving. In any case, the club was totally dark behind us as we went through a door that opened up into the back half of the building.The back half of the building was very dimly lit, but even in the dim light it was obvious that this portion hadn’t been changed much from when it was used to repair the big rigs. It was also possible to see that the club itself only occupied about one.