ANGIE HEARD THE DOOR open as she was pulling her skirt back down and she leapt onto the toilet seat guiltily, praying whoever it was only needed to use the urinal on the wall.
The deep gravelly voice and the slightly whiny one told her that her two newest customers had somehow gotten past Petey. She swore silently and vowed to restrict his donut consumption for the week as punishment.
The sound of a zipper lowering was followed by a hesitant trickle that told her somebody had prostate issues. At the same time, water started running from the bathroom’s only sink. Angie squeezed her eyes tightly closed and prayed they’d just finish up and go. But when the men started talking she forgot to worry about being discovered in the horror of what she was hearing.
“We need ta kill the guy,” said t
