I like to go in public places completely naked, where the maximum number of people will see me. I'll be wearing nothing but flip-flops and a cock-ring... while my throbbing erection waves and bucks and drips precum. I've stroked my hard cock in a park with fifty people watching. I've shot my load on a busy street. One time, at a bus stop, a stranger did the stroking. I took off my clothes and sat on the bench with my swollen, engorged, throbbing, hard cock quivering at attention, precum soaking. They got the best and plenty of it. This was a whole different story. Again, I was struck by the difference between the two employees. The older man was organized and efficient. He worked quietly on his own, not pausing to see who the stranger was.The woman, approximately my age, was curious. She stopped in the middle of the lube job she was doing and walked over to me."Something I can do for you, mister?" Naw ... just lookin' around." Nothin' much to see here," she said idly as she walked back. " Rule number two, no more clever 'tests' about your middle name or anything else. Do it again, whoever's calling breaks the connection and, again, that's the last call. And the same for anything else that smells like some sort of trap." You're not going to let me use this to prove Spook's existence, are you?" he said in a sour tone."No," I said. "And please, don't stay up nights thinking of ways to outsmart us. You haven't been able to trick me into telling you anything meaningful in five. I didn’t mean to….’ Cybil interrupted her ‘Act like a spoilt, self-pitying bitch? It’s always about you. You have dad wrapped around your little pinky.’ Psyche felt a rush anger flood rush through her veins, ‘I have dad wrapped around my fingers? You are the one who tried to climb into his….’ ‘Enough!’ Harold’s voice rang through the kitchen. ‘I won’t have you two tear into each other like a couple of catty women. Both of you need to grow up. The past is in the past, Psyche, you should know.