He grinned. He might not, but if what he'd read was right, nobody was going to say anything.They took their turns in the stall. He remembered these: t...ey had a latch to assure the doors stayed closed. He wasn't going to get a good look... He smiled and stepped into the adjoining stall and peered over the top.Maryjo was in the stall, her skirt and panties down around her ankles. She had a wad of toilet paper in her hand, and was staring vaguely at the door as she peed. When she was done she. "What are you -doing-?" she snarled, her dark brown eyes flashing withanger."Taking control," said the man in front of her."As we said, we're tired of this state of affairs. Roger is a cheatingbastard, and as fun as it's been to play around with that and keep hisstupid ass in the dark, we want something better," said the other one."We want it all, Nicole. Roger's accounts, his job, his carefree lifestyle." Well you can't have it. I'm Roger Ashbridge, and the moment I get out ofhere, you two. Nervous as hell, but okay," I said. She nodded, gave me a peck on the cheek, and pushed me into the closet, locking it from the outside. The lock was to keep Howie baby out not me in. I could easily get out by breaking the mirror.My cloister was our walk-in closet. We had installed a mirror in the door that was also one-way see through glass. I would be privy to everything that went on in the room but invisible to those on the other side.From inside my hideout I watched her finish dressing.. Brendan walked over to me with the beer heldout, but as I reached for it he drew it back."I guess maybe I should check your ID and make sure you're at least 18,"he said with a smirk."Let me see where I might have left it," I rejoindered. I made a show ofpatting my non-existent pockets for my non-existent ID. "Oh wait, I knowwhere I might have left it." I reached out and quickly ran both of myhands up the leg holes of Brendan's running shorts. They converged onhis soft, warm cock. "There it is,".