I stared at my reflection in the mirror, saying out loud, “Who the hell is this guy? And how in blazes does he know about Deryk; I’ve never told anyone?” There was a sound behind me as one of the toilet cubicle doors opened and two camp young guys came out together, smirking and giggling. They both caught my reflection in the mirror and one of them said, “Maybe it’s about time you did then, darling!” And they both disappeared back out to the bar, holding hands and giggling. When I got back to the bar, there was no sign of him. I stood there lost for a moment, my hand on my forehead, looking at the stools where we had been sitting; where I had been sitting. I glanced around the bar, which was now getting busier. The two camp young things in the men’s room were at one of the tables, looking at me, still giggling at one another. The nice barman called across to me, “You alright there, mate?” Taking a deep breath, I said, “What masturbation happened to the guy I was talking to just now? Did he leave?” “What guy?” the barman replied. “The guy that came and sat next to me,” I continued, “Look, there’s his drink!” True enough, there was a nearly finished bottle of Tuborg Lager on the bar close to my Smirnoff Ice, also nearly all gone. “I don’t remember any guy, sorry,” the barman apologised, and then, biting his lip and frowning, he said “And anyway, you bought the drinks. You sure you’re OK? Do you want me to call someone for you?” I remember briefly thinking that the barman was being particularly nice and caring, under the circumstances, but I japanese wasn’t really best placed to appreciate his consideration. I just gathered myself, took a deep breath, made my excuses and left. It had all been a bit like a scene from that old 1960’s Bette Davis film “Hush, Hush, Sweet Charlotte”. Had I been hallucinating? Was I going mad? Or was someone playing tricks on me, trying to make me think I was? Little did I know, later that night, I would find out! It was nearly midnight by the time I got off the train and was in my car on the way home. The winter night was cold but dry and there was a clear star-filled sky, promising a frost Solo by dawn. My route from the railway station passes by some playing fields and there’s a small pavilion with a dubious-looking public lavatory set under the trees a few yards off the road. It’s one of the few left open late at night but I’ve never risked going in there, day or night. “Never mess on your own doorstep,” so they say. But tonight, as I drove by, there he was again. I was sure it WAS him; same dark jeans, same black leather jacket, dark hair, flopped forward. He was standing under the trees, near the toilet and his distinctive outline was illuminated by the brilliant light of a winter full moon. At the same moment that amateur I saw him, he moved towards the entrance of the toilet to go inside. I don’t know why I did it but instantly I took the next right turn, followed by a rapidly-executed 3-point turn and came back out onto the main road opposite the toilets. I stopped the car. Across the road, I could see the entrance and I sat there for a few minutes, wondering how he had turned up here, of all places, and wondering whether or not I should go inside after him. I kept telling myself he would come out any moment but as I sat there pondering, my heart fell into my stomach as I saw two hooded youths appear out of nowhere through the trees and disappear webcam inside the entrance. At this time of night, they could only be looking to cause trouble. Without a second thought, I got out of the car and slipped quickly across the road, and up the path to the toilet entrance. Now girl, come over here.” You see, we are a peaceful people and have no means of protecting ourselves from the more troublesome denizens of our quarter, except by living in secrecy. 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As we become more and more heated, I gradually lifted her shirt over her head, exposing her lacy little bra, and because her bra was undone, she held her bra, keeping her boobs covered. I took the gift she gave me, newspaper wrapped Solo around it like it like a sack of gold coins. Especially because you disappeared when you knew very well you were supposed to take amateur care of my daughter today.” He went on with his speech. Hell no.