I have always avoided this place as it seemed more likely to be seen or patrolled. But I had to go before I went down to the spots I was more comforta...le in. when I pulled in there was only one other car there and an old man was sitting there. I parked and smiled hello at him thinking nothing of it. There is one stall and one urinal in the small bathroom and as I was standing there pissing he opened the door and walked in. Caught with my cock in the hand he looked and said "oh, you really are. With her back to me, she silently shrugged off the gown. It slid down her back and crumpled around her feet. I went to pick it up, and when I looked again, she was on the towel, both arms folded upwards and crossed under her face, which was turned away from me. ‘I’ll start at the top of your back,’ I said quietly, standing next to the bed.She said nothing. Indeed, over the events of the next twenty minutes she did not utter a word, but that is not to say she remained silent. Far from it.Pouring. Don’t hold it in, Alejandro. Let me release it for you.”Valeria slid down the front of him to her knees. She palmed his trousered erection and stage-whispered", “My conquistador.”Alejandro was floating to the ceiling now. Blissful. Happy. Erotically charged. He was eighteen years old and there was a twenty-something-year-old woman on her knees in front of him. A woman he didn’t know ten minutes ago who now desired him.In one tug, Valeria freed the end of his belt from its loop and stripped it. I must stare, instead,at my own knees, at the folly of hair that hatefully covers them like ablanket from Hell. Maybe if I don't see what shit I write, it'll bebetter for me. I've been born with the desire to write, but with notalent, or staying power to finish what I've started. I doubt I willwrite this for more than a page. I am trapped within my own skin, forced to grope breasts of other people,the lucky people, the girl-people, that I wish were mine, instead havingto settle for a penis..