Peeping Toms
A few years back some friends and I, being the juvenile delinquents that we WERE, were hangning around town with sod all to do. We weren't into beating up grannies as the current trend is nowa days.

So, one girl decides she needs the toilet, we trundle over to the crumbling mess of a shed that represents the public loos. The entrance to the girls side has one door, a small porch and then another door to the main excretion area. While little miss was doing her thing, we stayed just outside. One of us said "Ey, wouldn't it be freaky if there was some guy with a peep hole eh?".

I look up. There in the porch ceiling was a square block of wood leading to the space in the roof. Little miss returns and we tell her. She is freaked and wants us to check up there. Climb on the tallest guys shoulders, slowly lift the wood and use the light from my phone to look around.

A mattress, hyperdermic needles, holes looking down into the toilets, no sign of a bloke, horrible stench of old sex and shit, and worst of all a sleeping bag and a jacket right in my face covered in somthing crusty.

Needless to say I told the tall guy to put me down. Then I watched little miss squirm when I told her. Nice...
(Feelslikehome, Sun 4 Sep 2005, 13:05, Reply)