Tomorrow is the firstand not only do I not have the rent, I only have one hundred of the threeI owe the landlord. If I give that to him, I will have n... food money. I ampast broke, I am broken.I rent a two room furnished apartment so I don't even have furniture Icould sell. The complex I live in is fairly large, with over thirtyapartments, mostly one and two bedrooms with a few efficiencies. Towardthe back lives Neal, the landlord and owner. He has his office in oneapartment and lives in the. It was empty, and I slipped into the stall most distant from the door. I locked myself safely inside and then I pulled my skirt up and my panties down. I pressed my back to the wall, braced myself and eased my middle two fingers into my glistening slit. I imagined that ass, those legs, that smile. I used my other hand to stroke my clit, then used that same hand to cover my mouth as I emitted a muffled scream when I had an intense orgasm. I tasted myself on my fingers, not that I was. I sat on the edge of the guest bed so I wouldn't fall over. Allie sat beside me, then lay back with her legs wide apart, but her dress smoothed down again."How'd you like to slide your hand up under there, Mr. Smith?" she said with another giggle."No," I said, shaking my head weakly."Ah, c'mon, of course you do. You want to so much. Everything else has worked OK, right? Go ahead, you naughty man..." Have you ever done this before?" I asked, a vestige of parental concern and propriety making its. We continued on our way for the rest of the day without being molested.We took a break at noon and ate travel food that had prepared ahead of time, mostly jerky and nuts and dried berries. It was good and filling. We made camp at about the same place as the last time we came through. It did not take long to organize the meal, and I set up guard duty so we would have warning if some predator (human or otherwise) came near to give us grief. After dinner was cleaned up, we sat around the campfire.