Foolishly, I sent a reply. "I am a schoolboy of just sixteen," I wrote. This clearly pleased the unknown person. I had no idea about certain things in...public toilets. The notes kept coming over and each was rather explicit. I have to be honest and admit that I rather liked being told what to do. I was in need and maybe an opportunity had presented itself.I obeyed most fully my instructions. My college clothes ended up in a heap beside the toilet. At the same time, the heavens opened and the. I shall name my girlfriend Amber, as it seems to be the favourite name for American whores, so Amber she is.Her stalker, for want of a better term we shall call John, as I have always found Johns are the quickest to show you their penises, but then again readers, perhaps he is a John, and I am giving you clues.Ambers job is a receptionist at a large training facility, and John is one of the lecturers, both are married and we suspect John and his wife are swingers, a little sideline John has. I was going at it like theclappers. There was no holding me back now. I might be small, but sizeisn't everything. It was more about quality than quantity. I wanted toshow her that I was really a stud in disguise. I need to make her eyescross with desire and give her an orgasmic experience that she had neverhad before...Something snapped.Through my closed eyes, I could see a tunnel with a brilliant whitelight at the end. I found myself lift up off the bed. It was so strange.I had opened my eyes. Receiving it, he pulled back a portion of the marooncurtain and made a quick scan of the church proper. Assuring himself thatthere were no other penitents awaiting the opportunity to avail themselves ofhis services, Father Dan continued on to inform the young woman that she neednot hurry, informing her as he did so that if she felt the need to talk, he wasthere for her. And, talk she did. Amid a wealth of sobs and sniffles, for the next hour and a half the youngwoman told her lurid, but far.