Illiterate graffiti covered every available surface, including the toilet seat. But my target was there, just as Becky had promised. It was a condom m...chine offering four different varieties, mounted just behind the toilet.I reached into my pocket and retrieved the packages that Becky had given me earlier that morning. They were quarters from her piggy bank wrapped lovingly in tissue paper so they would neither clank nor make a noticeable bulge. I began feeding them into the machine, choosing. We pulled up outside the gates just behindthe car carrying Natalie, Jessica's best friend and a near-neighbour of ours."Thanks for the lift, Jason," said Jess, leaning in to kiss me on the cheek, thenswiftly exiting the car and setting off through the school gates with Natalie. Sheturned once to blow me another kiss, which was kinda odd, and then they were lostto my sight.When I turned the car round ready to pull out into traffic, I was surprised to seethat building had started on the lot. " I'm not qualified to answer," she would answer, striking a dud note and staring disbelievingly at the keyboard. "I sing because I'm a singer and I'm in need of the work. I do it because I have to and not for any higher spiritual reason, and certainly not because it's called art." But it isn't art, it's licentious," Howard would complain. "That Strauss Opera is obnoxious! It's a piece of tat that should be given to a stripper to dance! It's not worthy of you, Luc!"Lucy Caldwell would stop. I turned to the wall, hoping to hide the fast growing boner, but no such luck. "Who is that for?" Davy asked coyly. My face was red, I was sure of it as I slowly turned to him. I looked over his body again, down to where a small hard-on was growing from his 6 inch flaccid dick. My cheeks burned again as I looked into his eyes. He was smiling, that dimple catching my eye and making it harder for me to control the boner I was developing. Davy lifted his hand to my cheek and pulled me to him, his.