Jean tightened the towelling robe she had donned and pushed open the door.Rory was sitting propped up on his bed wearing only a pair of boxer shorts, ...nd a typical teenager, his phone welded to his hand as his fingers flew over the keys.“Can we talk, son? I think we need to,” Jean said, moving to sit on the edge of the bed beside him. “What you saw... what we both did, is nothing to be ashamed about. You are a young man just learning, and I am not exactly old. We both have needs; there is. She whimpered to herself as she raised her hand to the hot red mark on her cheek."Your Royal Highness is in serious need of several lessons. Clearly your tutors were not permitted to teach you these lessons, so you will have to learn them the hard way. You might as well know that I am leaving your service soon, because I've got cancer and may not survive the treatment. So I have nothing to lose. You, on the other hand, are in serious danger of losing everything. I could quite fancy going down. I did not need or want to be introduced to that day’s poor schmuck that you were with. Goodbye Kim.” I hung up.About two minutes later the phone rang again. As I had not gotten up to replace the handset, I answered it. It was a tearful Kim.“What did you mean by that asshole? I like male company, and we have not ever had an exclusive commitment. I can go out with anyone I want.”“That’s your problem, Kim. You want to go out with someone new every night. You know that you are considered the town. After I finished I opened the door of the cubicle and saw the gents completely empty except for Brigitte who walked straight to me and pushed me back into the cubicle. I just saw that another guy was about to enter and so I quickly closed the door.“Men's toilets are so disgusting.” she whispered in my ear. I couldn't stop myself putting my hands around her waist and pulled her to me so I can pull her towards me and whisper “I am sure you want to add to all the filth”. “Only with filthy.