I kept crouched, ready to lay flat at a moments warning, and at a speed that I hoped would get me there quickly but without calling undue attention of anyone I didn’t see first. The familiar thrill and fear raced through me. Black porn I sat there for a minute, my back to the road, trying to catch my breath and slow my heart a little, then went about working the key out of the hide-a-key box. I’d made it without being seen. My adventures started out tame enough: surfing for porn, masturbating at my station, the occasional streak through the building. This is sort of a diary- a catalog of some of things I did to pass the time alone on night shift in a sort of deserted area of town. I got to the door and reached up for the key and froze. The key was fastened a little over waist high on the fence with a lock, the key for which was also in the hide-a-key I carried, midway between two streetlights.
