So I’ve got my cock in my hand and I’m pissing, trying to shake off a hangover. Then wonderful weirdness happened. I at first couldn't believe it ...as happening, because it’s one of those things that happen only to other people. But it did, and it was.“Hello,” a female voice whispered. “hey I’m here in the next stall.”“Huh?” I muttered. “What the hell are you doing in the men’s room?”“I’m craving some cum, I'm a just a horny fucking cum slut,” she replied. “If you go into the next stall down and. Now get the fuck out of my face before I do something stupid.” Aaron said in a ferocious voice. He was angry and I was hoping I could direct that towards someone other than me.“Do you know what’s behind that door? Girls. Vampires. Steve keeps them as sex slaves and rents them out.” I blurted out.Aaron recoiled like I’d punched him and then quickly leaned back down towards me.“That’s fucking insane! Who would say such a stupid fucking thing?” Aaron roared.“Steve did. He invited me down there. One month he cleaned and painted one of the empty apartments in lieu of rent. He slowly filled the apartment with furnishings that had been cast off by others. The day he purchased a 3” thick foam mattress was exciting since it meant he could sleep on it rather than the folding beach chair whose webbing had started to sag and break.Later in life when he had finally gotten a good paying job and had a house and wife, he would hear talk about how people like him had it easy. He didn’t think he had. "Ahh, Mrs. Carlson. It is good to see you again."Judy Carlson was waiting patiently at the concierge desk along with her daughter, Julia. "Mr. Wilcox, this is my daughter Julia. She has her heart set on going to college so that she can become a teacher, but along the way, she really wants to be a cheerleader as well. Julia, this is Mr. Wilcox." Julia it is a pleasure to meet you. I'd like to introduce my photographer, Barbara Adams, who will join us in the suite for the initial set of photos..