“Bette we can wait till later. Why the ***** are you looking so happy about standing here listening to this?”

I leant over and whispered into her ear. She motioned impatiently for me to wait and so I stood feeling a little perverted listening to the couple in the cubicle. Then as they came to the end of their activities I heard what had Bette standing there grinning like a fool. As the couple lost control and cried out before going completely quiet it hit me. I knew that voice, not the guy that was a mystery yet to be revealed but the woman, that voice I knew.

“Libby Summers you ***** get your ***** out here now.”

Bette shouted while trying not to laugh. A flurry of activity came from inside the cubicle and I could imagine the occupants trying to make themselves very quickly presentable.

———-Libby———-

*****, *****, bollocks. I was sure I had time they were all so tied up at the table. Now what the ***** am I supposed to do they obviously know it’s me I am screwed.

I check with my “Friend” that I at least look presentable and signalled for him to stay put as I exited to face the people who had caught me. I opened the door and strode out as confidently as I could to stand at the sink only looking at them in the mirror.

“Bette, Tina. I am so sorry, must have eaten to much spicy food, and seems I have an upset stomach sorry about all the noise.”

Now the trick to lying is confidence and I new that it was week but it was the best I had and it was about as good as a flat tyre. I have never been a good liar and I just get worse in pressure situations.

When Tina spoke for a moment I thought I actually got away with it, but I think it just took my stressed out brain a beat longer to work it out.

“Oh god Libby are you ok? I am feeling a bit ***** too. Well as you already used it I should keep the damage to one cubicle and use the one you were just in.”