Ben watched Tyler leave the room. Ok, 20 minutes before it gets busy. Quick in and out. Ben grabbed his bathroom bag. He pulls out a pair of swim trun...s and a quickly changes into them and a t-shirt, grabs his towel and toiletry bag and follows after Tyler.Tyler dumps the pizza box in the trash and heads into the bathroom. It’s a very wide-open bathroom with a row of lockers separating stalls and urinals on the left and a row of 10 open showers with curtains for privacy and a row of sinks on. "Wanking?" she laughed. "Your red face, the dirty mag not quite hidden, the bulge in your pants?" "Fuck!" I mumble under my breath. "God you look so guilty, Mark! How long has she been gone? Two days?" Layla’s pure white teeth had that just-been-cleaned-and-mouth-washed look as she laughed out loud. Too loud! What if the neighbours should hear and tell Nichole I had a woman here? I shrugged my shoulders, what could I say? Why the hell couldn’t she have come later when I had got the frustration. I am a night owl so I settled down after supper to watch the TV, or listen to music and read, if there was nothing that I fancied on the boob tube. About 11:00 that evening I had my nose buried in a book when I heard my wife get out of bed. Assuming that she was merely going to the bathroom I gave it no notice and kept on reading. Suddenly I heard her call to me from the top of the stairs. Looking up I beheld a sight that after more then nine years is still seared into my brain and will be. At the end of this room, were a large pair of French doors, which he opened, he gestured for Susan to go past him, and outside. She stood for a moment, hesitating with a shocked expression on her face, “Surely he didn’t expect her to go outside with no clothes,” she thought. Peter chuckled, “It’s alright,” he said, “no one will see us outside,” as if reading her mind. Susan walked cautiously through the doors and found herself on the patio. A small tablehad been set with two chairs. She looked.