They were all nice but smaller. I craved bigger.My uncle had started playing with me a few years earlier. At first it had been innocent horsing around... in his car on a drive (alone with him) swimming and other things. Times that we’d be alone. Times that he’d find someplace in the country to park, in a nice secluded area, then start to mess around. At first over my clothes then, his hand inside of my clothes, down in my shorts, under my t-shirt or shirt. When I was encouraged to do the same. ” She knew. God help me, she knew. It was like schizophrenia in reverse, a chattering, coldly contemptuous voice urging caution in my dealings with finally and abruptly ended and silenced without a reprieve. Shame faced, and utterly wretched, I mumbled a feeble apology and asked how she had worked out my feelings for her. “It was your foot, or more specifically, the limp. I know how sensitive you are about it, but any time you were around me, you always had someone else like Steven or Mark. Two small sinks by the entrance completed the furnishings. Upon investigation, I found two holes, around four inches in diameter, cut into the stall walls around the height that your face would be at when sat on the toilet. With these holes, the occupant of the middle stall could service the occupants of both end stalls. I sat on the middle loo, and locked the door. Thus began the wait. Fifteen minutes later, I heard somebody walk in. He entered the stall to my left, and I heard the rusty bolt. “Hi”, she said “would you like some coffee?” She moved to the tea and coffee kettle supplied by the motel.He realised he was still dressed in his jeans and tee shirt. He rose from the bed. “I’m sorry darling I was a bit of a damp squib last night.”She turned to face him her face serious, “You were exhausted, and any physical activity would have killed you.” She said smiling sadly. “Go and have a shower, shout if you need me to wash your back.”He stripped off in the room and then walked naked.