Date: Tue, 6 Jan 2009 11:43:10 -0600
From: Amber Fountaine <amber_fountaine@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Mall 5

Amber Fountaine stories contain sexually explicit descriptions of
consensual sexual activity and are not suitable for reading by anyone under
the age of 18, or anyone offended by reading such material. These acts
include gay and bisexual activity as well as any combination of piss play,
diapers, cross-dressing and other fetishes and perversions that may please
the author's whims. The characters in these stories are fictional, but are
mostly based on the author's true experiences, as well as the experiences
of others he has met. Every attempt to conceal these identities has been
made. These stories are placed in Nifty for the enjoyment of its readers
and are not to be copied and/or distributed without the approval of the
author.


				 The Mall
			    by Amber Fountaine

			       Chapter Five

	Randy was watching me, but I knew he was talking to Roni when he
asked, "Did you say anything to Jim about me taking y'all to the mall
today?"
	We'd told him to show up around noon, but he'd come over just
before eleven with the excuse that if he didn't get out of the house, his
folks would have found something for him to do and then he wouldn't have
been able to go at all. More important, he'd said, was that he'd worn the
diaper all night like Roni had told him, had wet it a few times, and was
sure it was going to start leaking. He'd worn a baggy old pair of his dad's
shorts but if the diaper had begun to leak, he'd been certain he wouldn't
have been able to hide it from his mom.
	"I didn't say anything," Roni assured him. He knew he was moving in
on his best friend's girlfriend and was still nervous about how that was
going to play out. But before he could discuss that, Roni told him, "And
you'll have to wait to get that diaper off. We need to finish the housework
before we do anything else. Sissy's diaper is just as wet as yours and
she's not complaining."
	I almost laughed out loud. Like it would really do me any good at
all to complain. If I'd had piss running down my leg, as long as it didn't
wet anything that would get us in trouble, it wouldn't have mattered to
Roni. And she hadn't bothered to say anything about her having on a diaper
too and that it was just as wet as mine. In fact if anything, it was
probably wetter. She'd gotten a big kick out of wetting it last night while
I was still putting it on her. We'd used my bed, which now had a mattress
protector, and she'd just lain down on the spread out diaper so that I
could pull it up between her legs, when she'd started to pee. Not just a
trickle, it had been a monster stream of piss that splattered on me and the
bed before I could get the diaper in place to catch the rest of it. That
had been about thirty minutes before she put one on me so I know she had
that much of a head start - plus my bladder had been empty due to the fun
we'd had in the shower when she'd asked me to pee on her tits and then lick
them clean.
	However, it was obvious to me that Randy's wanting to get to our
house earlier than planned was fueled by a lot more than a wet diaper or
any other need to leave his house. Like mine, his diaper was swollen by
more than just hot piss. Because Roni had asked that I wear the maid
uniform every day when we cleaned, the combination of the loose skirt and
the apron helped to hide my arousal, but the baggy shorts that Randy was
wearing only seemed to accentuate his. Had he worn an equally baggy or
oversized t-shirt and worn it outside his shorts, it might have helped to
make the bulge less noticeable. He hadn't thought that far ahead. He'd
grabbed one of the regular short sleeved shirts he usually wore and tucked
it in and the result was that it looked almost like he was trying to hide a
football down the front of his shorts.
      And the way he kept asking us every few minutes, "How much longer?"
wanting to know how long it was going to take us to finish cleaning, was
another give away as to how anxious he was. Then Randy said something about
me looking like a maid in a porno tape he'd watched with Jim and that gave
me an idea that changed the plans for the day.
	When Roni and I had been looking for the key to the hot tub, I'd
found a stash of porno tapes and DVD's in my dad's room. At the time, I'd
made a mental note to check them out in greater detail, but with all the
events of the last couple of days, it would have been foolish to pass up
real sex for `reel sex' if you get my drift. Why waste time watching
someone else enjoy it in a movie when the real thing was available to enjoy
in person. But it seemed like a good way to keep Randy busy until Roni and
I could get finished. We'd already decided that our parent's bedroom was
going to be the last thing we did, so sticking Randy in there watching a
sex-flick until we got to that room seemed like a smart way to get him out
of our way.
	I took him to their bedroom, turned on the TV and showed him where
the stash of porn was at, and told him to keep himself busy, then added,
"But keep your hand out of your panties."
	"I'd much rather have you do it," he teased back with a big smile
and a wink.
	That put us back on schedule. Roni and I worked quickly, getting to
our parent's room about half an hour later. Randy was watching the screen,
his eyes huge, his mouth hanging open, and one hand on the front of his
shorts, rubbing himself slowly. He turned to us slowly; his eyes sort of
glazed, and asked, "Your folks are really into all this?"
	I wasn't sure what he meant. The way the room was laid out, you
couldn't see what was on the screen until you were well into the room and
suddenly I realized that was why my dad had rearranged the bedroom that way
after my mom had taken off. Several times I'd gone to my dad's room when I
knew he was in there watching TV. He'd always been in bed, with the covers
pulled up to his waist, and when I'd walked in, he'd hit the remote
control, killing the TV before asking me what I needed. By the time I was
far enough into the room to see the TV, the screen was blank. Whether he
had any of those sex-flicks before my mom left I wasn't sure, but I was
certain now that he'd been `entertaining' himself with them after she
left. I wondered why Roni's mom had allowed him to keep them.
	I glanced at the screen to see if I could get a clue about what
"all this" might entail. There was a woman and man, walking through a
playground, and that didn't seem like anything weird to me. So I picked up
the case for the DVD he was watching and got a surprise. It was titled,
"The Sub goes Bi" and the cover showed a man half-naked in a subway station
next to a woman that was wearing sexy lingerie, had a whip in one hand and
a leash in the other. The leash was attached to a dog collar on the guy. I
looked back at the screen and noticed that while the same two were dressed
in shorts and shirts, the guy still had on a dog collar and she had him on
a leash.
	Then the couple on the screen got to a stone building with a sign
over the door that said, "Men" and was obviously a restroom. The guy
hesitated to enter, but the woman didn't, pulling him inside. Once inside,
the woman pushed the guy into the first toilet stall, warned him not to
cause any problems, and that she'd be watching. Then she went into the
stall next to him and in a moment, there was a shot of her peeking through
a large hole from the next stall into his. Almost immediately, two men
walked in and as soon as they were inside, began to hug each other. Then
one of the men nodded toward the stalls to let his friend know they weren't
alone. There was another large hole in the wall between the first stall and
the long urinal and as the two men stood looking at it, the guy in the
stall stuck a couple of fingers out and motioned for the men to come
closer.
	The two guys smiled at each other, moved toward the hole, and
suddenly one of the men had his cock out and was pushing it through the
hole. Then you could see that the man inside the stall had taken the cock
in his hand and was kissing it. You could hear the woman in the stall
behind him telling him, "Suck it bitch," and the guy complied. Then there
was a shot of the woman, her dress gone, sitting on the toilet, watching
through the hole to the stall next door, and fingering her pussy.
	There were a hundred thoughts and questions going through my mind
at once. The one that recurred most often was why did my dad have this kind
of porn? The answer was pretty simple, considering what I knew of my dad,
and that I'd always considered him to be a wuss around women, and how my
mom had dominated his life. I should have expected that he'd want women
that would dominate his sex life too. But the thought that he too might
enjoy sucking a cock as much as I had learned to enjoy it over the last few
days was stunning information indeed. I might have pursued that thought
some more, but Roni interrupted me.
	"You were asking about `Glory Holes' and now you know. That's
exactly the way my books describe them."
	That caused me to think quickly about asking her about glory holes
and I recalled it had been in reference to some messages I'd seen on the
internet group of bi's that hung out at the park near where we
lived. They'd talked about `action at the glory holes' and it was obvious
to me now that this was a much more common thing than I'd supposed.
	Thinking aloud, I said, "I wonder if that's the restroom at Ledge
Falls?"
	"Slut!" Roni teased me, poking me in the ribs with a finger. "I
wondered how long it would be before you started begging to go there."
	I began to protest. Nothing I'd said had been an indication that I
was begging to go there. I was just speculating aloud if it might be the
same place. As best I could recall, the restroom at Ledge Falls - the one
that my mom wouldn't let me go to by myself when I'd been younger - was a
large stone building with a men's room on one side and a lady's room on the
other and looked very much like the one in the movie. But before I could
mount much of an argument that I hadn't been begging, Roni said, "Might be
fun to find out." Then she grinned at Randy and me. "We could go by there
on the way to the mall."
	That shut me up. I hadn't had an opportunity to get tires and tubes
for my bike and check out the park myself as I'd once planned. There'd been
a few remarks made about me going to the men's room at the mall to find my
`boyfriend' from the previous day. Checking out the restroom at the park
too seemed like icing on the cake. But there was a problem.
	"I couldn't go in the restroom at the park dressed like a girl," I
reminded Roni.
	"You could if you go dressed like you were yesterday," she
countered. "You went in the men's room at the mall and there had to be a
lot more people around then."
	"Yeah," Randy added. "I think a lot of people weren't sure if you
were a boy or a girl. You could get away with being whichever one you
want."
	I took that as a compliment - a strange compliment to be sure, but
a compliment none the less. I'd never thought of a person being androgynous
as a good thing, but in my case it was and I could easily pull it off. I
felt proud of that.
	We left Randy to enjoy the porn flick while we straightened and
vacuumed the room. My use of the vacuum drowned out the audio for a few
minutes and when next I glimpsed the scene on the TV, doggie-boy, the guy
from the stall, was now on his hands and knees in the middle of the room,
still wearing his black dog collar and what appeared to be black lace
crotchless panties. The other two men had gotten completely naked, were
also on their knees, and had doggie-boy skewered like a chicken on a spit
with one cock down his throat and the other up his ass. From the flushed
look on Randy's face, I got the impression that this was a fantasy of his
or maybe something he'd already tried and as yet hasn't mentioned.
	"Okay diaper boy," Roni said, getting Randy's attention. "If you'll
get your soggy ass off the bed, we'll get it made up and then we'll be done
and can get on to other things. Or would you prefer to stay in here and
watch TV?" He'd been so enraptured by the skin-flick that he nearly jumped
when she spoke to him.
	Getting on to other things was what Randy had wanted from the
moment he'd walked in the door and found us still doing housework. He was
up off the bed in a shot and I was happy to see there were only two small
wet spots where he'd been sitting on the edge of the foot of the bed. It
had soaked through to the sheets but the mattress was barely damp and not
likely to leave a stain. When we had new linens on the bed and the bed made
up minus the yet to be washed bedspread, we hustled Randy to my room while
Roni gave her room a once-over.
	I told Randy not to worry about sitting on my bed as it had a
mattress cover and I'd worry about getting my room clean after we got back
from the mall. Then I asked him, "How do you like wearing the diaper? I
thought it was weird at first, but now I really like it."
	"Yeah - me too. I mean it was lots of fun having you two put it on
me, the way you used that baby lotion and all."
	I knew from the grin on his face he was referring to when we'd
slicked up our hands with the baby lotion and rubbed his cock and balls
much longer that was really necessary. I grinned back. "Yeah - that was
fun. So did you have any problem keeping it hidden from your folks?"
	"No. Not really. My mom wondered why I'd put on an old pair of my
dad's golf shorts. I do my own wash most of the time and I told her I'd
screwed up and had run out of shorts and that I needed to run an errand
early and didn't have time to wash and dry some."
	I was dying to get his diaper off and taste his piss soaked
prick. He'd had a chance to taste mine but Roni had instructed us to wait
in my room and not start anything. So we'd laid together on my bed and
talked while using our hands to rub the front of each other's panty covered
diapers. We figured Randy taking his shorts off and my getting out of my
maid uniform wasn't starting anything as long as we kept our hands out of
those diapers and only caressed the outsides. Telling him how I felt seemed
okay too.
	"I can't wait to taste your cock after you've been wearing that
diaper all night."
	"Yeah, me too. You're so fuckin' lucky getting to do this stuff all
the time."
	"I don't know how much I'll get to do when my dad gets back home,"
I told him. "And Roni's mom is talking like maybe she'll quit her job. I
know my dad wants her to. Then she'll be home all the time like your mom."
I knew he envied the time I got to spend dressed as Kayla instead of having
to be plain old Kyle.
	"That would be a bummer. What do you think your dad will say about
you being the maid?"
	I had to laugh. "He might go along with me and Roni doing the
housework until we get another regular maid, but Roni's the only one that
knows I dress as a maid."
	"Oh. I thought Roni's mom was in on it."
	I got as far as having my mouth open to tell him, "No way," but
stopped before any words came out. So much had happened since Monday
morning when I'd found Roni's pissed in panties in the bathroom sink,
jacked off with them, then put them on and had been seen by Roni. Prior to
that, sex, and my sex life in particular, had consisted of a couple of
years of jacking off to fantasies of girls, and more recently, a growing
fantasy about my neighbor and buddy Chris. But thanks to Roni and her help
and leadership, I'd fulfilled all my fantasies and then some, beginning
with sucking off Chris while Roni watched. And I'd gone way beyond any
fantasy that I'd ever had, with Roni getting me to try things like dressing
as a girl, wearing diapers, and pee play. I'd been amazed to learn that
girls were as interested in sex - if not more - than boys and that rather
than losing interest in sex when people got to my parents age, they seemed
more fascinated or enthralled and likely to try kinkier things - if what
I'd been reading off the internet was any indication. The collection of
porn tapes and DVD's my dad had, as well as what Roni had told me about her
dad, seemed to verify that.
	So I couldn't tell Randy, "No way," with any confidence at
all. Maybe Jean did know I'd been dressing as a maid the last two mornings
after she left for work. There seemed to be a restrained and knowing smile
on her face the last couple of days. Roni had brought up the suggestion
Monday evening, saying I'd look cute dressed in one of the maid uniforms,
making it seem like she was teasing me and for some reason - I sort of
assumed it might have been because of Roni's dad - Jean had taken her
serious and asked if I'd worn any of the maid's uniforms in the kitchen
pantry. In truth I'd spent a couple of hours in one of the uniforms but by
carefully choosing my words, I'd been able to deny that without telling an
outright lie. Now I wondered if Roni had given away my deception. Just
before Jean had gone out the door that morning, she'd paused to tell me to
put clean linens on her bed just in case my dad came home tonight instead
of Friday and I'd thought she'd almost said "Kayla" instead of "Kyle." I'd
planned to ask Roni about it but we'd gotten busy and then Randy had shown
up early and I'd never had a chance.
	As a result, and the fact that if I hadn't learned anything else in
the last few days, I'd definitely discovered not to take anything for
granted, I told Randy, "Not that I know of."
	Roni came out of the adjoining bathroom just as I said it and
asked, "What don't you know?"
	"Randy wondered if your mom knows about my maid's uniform. Does
she?" As soon as the words were out I realized I'd said it in such a way as
to consider that uniform was now mine - no longer one of the collection in
the pantry. I now considered it to be Kayla's uniform.
	Roni blushed slightly before answering. I'd put her on the spot and
while the first part of her answer didn't surprise me that much, the
details sure did and had me blushing too.
	"Yeah, she does," Roni said. "She thought you might be lying. After
some of the stories my dad told her, she's pretty sharp at picking up on
someone twisting the truth.  She counted the uniforms after we left the
room and knew one was missing and asked me later. I don't lie to my mom
when she asks a direct question and I told her we'd tried dressing you as a
maid for a joke and that you'd liked it. She told me not to let you know
she knew. Then this morning, she came to my room and talked to me and asked
how much of the stuff we'd put on her credit card was for me and I told her
about those shoes and the lingerie and the diapers and she's cool with all
of it. Don't worry. She wants to talk to you about it this weekend after
your dad gets back and she's had a chance to sound him out. She thinks
he'll be cool with it too."
	I almost couldn't breath. Not only did Jean know for sure I'd been
dressing as a girl, she intended to tell my dad. "Please!" I began. "Oh God
- please tell her not to tell my dad."
	Roni giggled. "You worry too much." Then she sat on the edge of the
bed next to Randy and began to rub the front of his diaper like I'd been
doing. "For your information, your dad told me and my mom, right after they
decided to get married, that he thought having me in the house might be
good for you. He said you were pretty much of a sissy and that he wasn't
sure you were at all interested in girls. He thinks you've been playing
around with Chris for a year or more. He doesn't know you never did
anything with him until this week. I told mom that you were definitely
interested in sex with girls. She didn't come right out and ask if you and
I have had sex or for details, and she didn't ask about Chris, but don't be
surprised if she does when you talk to her. And I'd advise you to tell her
the truth. She really is pretty cool about all that stuff. When I told her
you had the missing maid uniform in your closet, all she said was for you
not to take any more of them until she'd talked to your dad about us
cleaning the house for the rest of the summer. If he goes for that, she'll
probably give you all the uniforms that will fit you and talk your dad into
letting you wear them."
	I was too stunned to speak and watched silently as she pushed
Randy's diaper down and exposed his stiff wet prick. That brought me out of
my stupor and my head was moving in that direction even before she began
waving his dick in my direction.
	A moment later, I confirmed my suspicion that a piss soaked cock
would be delicious. Or maybe I'd already made up my mind before I tasted it
and would have thought so, no matter what the flavor had turned out to
be. Either way, I was content to get all of that flavor I could, licking
and sucking and using my tongue to collect all the little beads of piss
that clung to his pubic hair. While I was bathing Randy's crotch with my
tongue, Roni was getting undressed and by the time I was sucking Randy in
earnest, she'd climbed on my bed and settled over Randy's face. From the
sounds the two of them were making, I had to assume Randy must be enjoying
the taste of her pissy pussy as much as she was enjoying his tasting
it. Then I got so focused on sucking cock that I almost got caught between
them when Roni moved down to mount that pretty prick I was trying to get
down my throat. It seem like each time I sucked it I was able to take just
a little more in my mouth without gagging and Roni had to holler at me to
move out of the way; so intent was I on giving Randy a blowjob.
	As was becoming our custom, after Randy bathed the inside of Roni's
pussy with his cum, she moved over my face to have me lick it out. As I
probed her hole with my tongue, trying for every delicious drop of their
mingled cream, I felt Randy begin to give my cock the attention it craved
and in moments, just as Roni began making those strange but wonderful
noises she made when her excitement peaked, I gave Randy a taste of all the
cum I'd been able to manufacture since the previous afternoon.
	Then the three of us squeezed into the shower stall and while it
was a lot of fun and sexy as hell, as far as getting cleaned up was
concerned, it was really impractical. Soaping each other up and rubbing
against one another was awesome, but there wasn't enough room to rinse
off. As soon as you had the soap rinsed off, you'd rub against someone that
was still soapy so it took a while. By the time we were finished and got
out of the shower, Randy and I were both getting aroused again.
	After we'd dried off each other, Roni told me to follow her to her
room so she could get me dressed. Then Randy pulled a ploy that made us
both grin.
	With a straight face, like he'd just thought of it, he told us, "I
wore that wet diaper over here. I don't have any underwear to wear."
	"Oh gee," Roni responded, going along with it. "Then I guess we'll
have to put panties on you too. Is that all right?"
	By then I was chuckling. I was certain that Randy had thought of
that long before he'd left home and could have brought some of his
underwear along in his pocket. Roni was aware of that too, but knew Randy
wanted to dress up as much as I did. "I'm sure Kayla won't mind your
borrowing some of the pretty panties we got for her yesterday. We put all
her things in this drawer," she said, pulling out one of the drawers from
her dresser. "Does Miss Randi want a bra too?"
	Randy shook his head and told her, "No. I'm sure you could see it
under my shirt."
	I noticed that is was only because of the shirt he'd worn that
Randy said no and Roni did too. She looked at me and winked as she pulled
out the stack of panties and placed them on top of the dresser for us to
choose. Randy and I each picked a pair and began to put them on, dividing
our attention from each other with watching Roni open another drawer and
pull out panties and a bra. Then she handed me the bra and the pads I'd
worn under the maid's uniform and told me, "Show Miss Randi how good you
are at putting on a bra."
	I wasn't all that good, but certainly much better than the first
time I'd tried it and she'd had to help me. Then she told us, "Stay
here. I'll be right back and show you just how cool my mom can be."
	We knew she couldn't be going too far, since all she had on was the
bra and panties, but it seem like a while until she got back, almost
dwarfed by a large plastic bag in her arms. It was none too soon, as I'd
been about to put my hand on the front of Randy's panties.
      She set the bag on her bed, untied the top, and dumped it out. "My
mom went through all her things when we moved and got rid of a bunch of
stuff she didn't wear any more. I was supposed to go through this to see if
there was any of it I wanted and when we were talking this morning, she
suggested that maybe Kayla might like to go through it too."
	The great sex in my bedroom had done wonders to wipe out the worry
I'd had about Jean knowing about `Kayla' and telling my dad. Standing in
front of Roni's dresser mirror next to Randy, admiring ourselves and each
other dressed in lingerie, had also kept my mind on more carnal things. But
sudden thoughts of my dad finding out put me back in the fear mode.
	"Quit worrying," Roni told me after I'd again expressed my
concern. "Trust my mom. If she thinks your dad will be cool with it, there
has to be a reason."
	As Roni picked out things she thought might fit and look good on
Randy and me, my mind wasn't with her. All my thoughts were on how or why
my dad might be okay with me dressing as a girl. Each thought posed a
question. Each question raised another. Every possible reason I could
imagine seemed totally improbable. And yet . . .
	"Here," Roni said, bringing me back. "This should be perfect for
you."
	I put on the shorts and t-top she'd handed me and looked in the
mirror. The top was a plaid pattern and while it was feminine, the plaid
material did much to disguise that. Had it been a solid color, the slightly
puffy sleeves and the protrusion of the padded bra would have been much
more noticeable. I checked myself from several angles and smiled with
approval and then noticed in the mirror that Randy and Roni were both
watching me.
	"She's becoming quite the young lady," Roni commented to Randy, and
not missing the longing look in his eyes, added, "We'll have to find a way
for you to do that too." Then she told me, "You can wear the shoes you had
on this morning or the canvas ones."
	I'd planned to wear the same running shoes I'd had on the day
before. The shoes I'd worn with the maid uniform were the flats we'd picked
up at the shoe store at the mall. When we'd gone back by the shoe store to
pick them up, they'd just set up a discount table of white canvas tennis
shoes and we'd each gotten a pair of those too. I decided those might be
better. While the flats sort of resembled loafers, the narrow, undercut
heal and small toe area made them easily identifiable as women's shoes. But
after putting on the canvas shoes, I had to wonder if they were an
improvement. In the store, they'd looked like cheap canvas tennis shoes,
but now, added to the rest of what I had on, to me they looked like rubber
soled ballet slippers. However Roni had pronounced them, "Perfect," and I
wasn't about to argue. At the moment, it seemed to me that the whole world
was going to know about `Kayla' by the time school started anyway so why
worry about a little thing like prancing through the biggest shopping mall
in the area wearing ballet slippers.
	Roni got some shorts out of one of her dressers and a top out of
her closet and while she was doing that and getting dressed, I looked
through the things she'd dumped on her bed. One thing that caught my eye
was a pair of "Chic" jeans that looked like they'd fit me. Then I picked up
a blouse that would be perfect to wear to school on School Colors Day - if
I were a girl. It would be awesome, I thought, my mind off in a day dream,
to go to school one day completely dressed as a girl and it suddenly
occurred to me that if I were to take drama, just such an opportunity might
happen sometime over the next few years. Roni said she'd been taking drama
and I assumed it was because of her dad being an actor. There was a picture
of her dad on her dresser and she'd told me the only reason she'd kept it
was because it showed him standing between Bruce Willis and Cybil Sheppard
when he'd had a bit part on an episode of, "Moonlighting," several years
ago, and the two stars had autographed it.
	"Let's do our hair and makeup," Roni said, snapping me out of my
day dream. "You can try on some of that stuff later." Then to Randy, she
asked, "Should we eat before we go?"
	He shook his head. "No. Let's just go. I'm not that hungry and we
can eat on the way if we have to. I took some money out of my desk and got
some more from my mom."
	Roni smiled. "Good. Maybe we'll take you to the lingerie shop where
Kayla and I buy our sexy things." Then she moved to lean against him, her
breasts flattened against his chest. "I'd love to dress you up all sexy and
slutty - with stockings and a garter belt and everything."
	Randy blushed a bit, but didn't argue. In fact, he smiled and
nodded slightly. I could see where Randy was definitely going to be Roni's
choice for a boyfriend in the coming year and I wasn't a bit jealous -
since Roni liked to share! When he glanced at me, I nodded too.
	Then Roni herded us out of there before we got so carried away with
our thoughts that we began to put them in motion. We'd been just moments
from climbing back in bed for a session of pseudo-lesbian love making when
she'd spun Randy around and pushed him toward the door, telling him to wait
in the car while we got our makeup on, and like the day before, neither of
us had put on much makeup.
	We debated briefly as to whether we should go to the park first or
the mall. Having been to the mall, I was more excited about what we might
find at the park and Randy agreed that it would probably be better since
we'd have things with us after we went shopping. Randy's car turned out to
be a small pickup truck with a backseat barely big enough to change a
baby's diaper.
	At one time, Ledge Falls had been a small flowing waterfall and a
favorite picnic spot out in the country. When the suburbs had expanded, it
was the natural place to create a city park. However, by then, the falls
were a falls in name only, since the creek had dried up and the only time
there were any falls in Ledge Falls Park was after a heavy rain. When the
city had turned it into a park, they'd used the lower, flat area to put in
a softball field and soccer field and the upper area, between the trees and
the edge of the small cliff as a picnic area. That was the area we were
interested in that had the restroom my mom had warned me about and had been
mentioned on the internet as a cruising spot. We drove around to the
parking lot closest to the restroom and smiled when we saw several cars and
no one around.
	"I'll bet they're all in the men's room," I commented.
	"You hope they're all in the men's room," Roni teased.
	"Are you going in with us?" I asked her, assuming Randy was as
eager to check it out as I was.
	"I'll walk over there with you guys, but I don't know about going
in."
	We were about half way between the car and the restroom building
when Randy exclaimed, "That is the same restroom that was in that movie. It
has to be!"
	I had to agree with him. I wondered aloud how the movie makers
could have gotten away with filming a porno in a public park and then
realized that they didn't have to. The only scene we knew for sure that had
been taken here was of the man and woman walking up to the entrance to the
restroom. "Maybe the stuff they took inside wasn't done inside this
restroom. That might have been done on a set somewhere."
	The speculation had paused us in our journey to study the restroom
and about then two men came out, stood talking for a moment, and then after
glancing around and seeing only us kids, had walked off into the woods
together. The city had cut back the underbrush for several feet into the
woods, but after that it got thick in a hurry. Randy and I smiled at each
other but Roni was staring at the woods as if in a trance.
	"Want to follow them?" I asked and got no response.
	After a moment, she glanced at us briefly, and then told us, "You
guys go ahead. I'm going to wait in the truck." After getting the keys from
Randy, she walked off.
	"What was that about?" Randy asked as we stood standing, watching
her go.
	I had no answer and shrugged. "Don't know. Guess she chickened
out."
	"You gonna chicken out?"
	I'll be honest and say I was close to it, especially without Roni
there to encourage me. But there was no way I was going to `chicken out' in
front of Randy. "Shit no," I told him. "Let's go."
	It was false bravado all the way. I moved past Randy to take the
lead, but it was a wonder I didn't fall over, as badly as my legs were
shaking. There were six vehicles in the parking lot, not counting Randy's
truck. If the two men that walked off had each been in one, and there were
no women in the women's side of the building, then there had to be at least
four more men in the restroom and this was a pretty out of the way place to
stop just to take a pee.

To be continued as, "Ledge Falls Park," in TG, Teens. Comments appreciated.