As the door swung open, his head tilted and he looked up from his computer. He slammed the laptop shut. It slipped off his lap and crashed to the ground next to him as he stood up and smiled.

Hold on, I have to pee.

His eyes followed the short skirt and thigh highs as they disappeared behind the bathroom door. He hid his footsteps as he walked over to the mirror in the hallway. Its frame was a tarnished gold, covered in black spots and discolorations. He peered into the middle of the glass, squinting his eyes to scrutinize his face. It was fine. He heard the toilet flush and remembered. He silently shuffled over to his bag and quickly unzipped the front pocket. He reached in and felt the different wrappers, each belonging to a different brand. No time to be choosey. He grabbed three and slipped them into his pocket, straightening up just as she stepped out.

Hey.

Hey.

She had left her skirt in the bathroom, and her bright pink underwear now peeked out from underneath her sheer black top.

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