The tap was at a distance. This guy also finished his job and left. I was alone in the toilet. I went all along up to the tap leaving my dick out and ...ashed it. It was at this time when my exhibitionism came out. I started rubbing my dick moving it up and down. Anyone entering the toilet can see me. I wanted that. But something drove me back to the place where I pissed. I was alone there and started giving mild yet powerful strokes. There was a guy who was standing behind me waiting for me to. The warehouse district was close to the port. It took us about 45 minutes to get to Warehouse 56, check in with the watchman, and drop off five of the six containers. Mom took out her handheld and informed the merchants that their shipment had arrived.With the remaining container in tow, we headed to the merchant district to peddle our un-taxed contraband. We had a few regular customers who would pay a fair price for our goods. It only took five hours in the afternoon to empty the container of. "That's the first thing you've gotten right. Let's see if you can cooperate." He picked up the rope hanging down from the object above her, pulled on it, grabbed the heavy cloth that covered it as it slid off, letting it fall to the floor before kicking it over to the side. He saw her looking up in fright as he slowly lowered the object. He knew she wanted to say something, to protest, to ask what it was, anything but silence, but she already feared him. That was good. She had seen something. I almost stopped to sort it but the letters and messages could wait until after I’d had a night’s sleep. Suddenly, it caught my attention and time froze. It was a strangely familiar deep tan envelope, almost hauntingly familiar. I couldn’t breathe, couldn't form a sensible thought. I was awestruck by the resemblance to envelopes my college sweetheart would send me almost daily after I’d first left town.Impossible. It had to be an unlikely coincidence.I tried not to imagine, or hope, it was from.