I reached for the nearest one, in the new wing where I was waiting for this man to arrive, and entered one of the aseptic cubicles modern toiliet are built from.
Once there I kind of had a flash, and I left the door ajar, and did sit, head down looking at my feet, knees touching, peeing with my "little one" still tucked in, better said: trapped in, with the scotch tape holding my male attributes hidden, filling me with shivers and trying to imagine what might happen if somebody had come in...
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