”“You are absolutely not, in any way! What a piece of shit. Who is he to call you that? Fuck him. You are very, very attractive, Sarah.”“So, y...u might think about it?”“Sarah, I said if you weren’t my sister, OK? Did you hear that part?”“Fine, fine Randy. Yes, I heard it. Even though I don’t understand. Justin wondered about us, by the way.”“What do you mean?”“About you and me. He was always saying how weird it was that we’re so close.”“Well, what the hell does he know anyway?”“I hope you don’t. She knew that actually she should be much more compassionate with him, but she just could not manage that on top of the feelings that had so dominated her during the day and the build up of expectation that had accompanied it. ‘No I’ll just have a lie down. I have such an aching head.’ Sara went and collapsed on the bed. She felt like crying, she was so frustrated. She could not bring herself to talk or read or think of anything else. How could Ricky have just left her like this? Surely he had. Now see the brick wall to the right of it? If you follow that to where it ends, just around the corner is the entrance to the ladies toilets." Emma nodded. "There’s about twenty steps that take you down into the toilet and even though there’s no roof over the main part, there are nine or ten cubicles along one wall. "When I was younger, I’d hang around and wait until the park was empty. I would slip down the stairs and lock myself inside one of the cubicles. It was such a turn-on. I used to. Showered, dried off, then put a blanket on the floor, and then I lubed my ass. I went over and slightly opened my hotel room door. Then turned out the lights, knelt in the middle of the blanket, and put my blindfold on.I waited and waited. It seamed like a very long time, but I finally heard the door open and close. My heart raced as I could hear someone walk over past me. He went into the bathroom and I could hear the fan come on and him undressing. The fan turned off an I could.