"No, I'm going to go and do myself in the bathroom nice and slowly to relieve all this stress," he jokes, making his way out to the toilets, chuckling softly to himself. Luz raises her eyebrow as Adam glances over his shoulder, smile dropping like an avalanche, "kidding, I think."

Maybe that joke didn't go down well he thinks to himself, sitting in the stuffy stall with his hairy legs pressed up against the cold wall, his only relief. Letting out a sigh, he lets his imagination take him elsewhere.

Back in time a few months, when he had less responsibilities; when Luz cared more about how he tasted than what shift he was on, when her skin touched his, and he was living the college kids dream.

Although he's grateful for her getting him the job, it's torn them apart in more ways than one. The more time they spend together outside the bedroom makes him wish they were back inside, under the covers, ready to go at it for the tenth night in a row.

It seems like the partying is finally beginning to catch up on him too; some days he acts more like eighty than twenty, looks like a man twice his age and feels like a rock who just wants to be thrown in the sea for a while. Away from everyone else so he can chill in silence.

Like he used to. Before reality decided to rear its ugly head and dig up the past. To get him suspended from classes, unable to pursue the only thing in life he loved full time.

Aside from her; everything from her hourglass figure, to that firm ass, those tasty tatas, her eclectic dress sense, soft, pink lips... and that smile as well... it most certainly lights up every room she walks into.

If he could have the stamina to make out to her all day, he would. To make her cry his name and moan endlessly, making sweet music to his ears.

Going harder

AND HARDER

AND H A R D E R

With each passing moment.

Sweat, passion, feelings and happiness dripping from their body; all night long, every night. A splendid stupor of unending love; so deep, so unlimited, so tempting... so surreal.

Fantastic fantasies played out in real time; a reverie on steroids, reality has nothing on this. Nothing on being truly, madly and deeply in love for the first time.

With her; the epitome of perfection personified, moulded into human form, ready for him to consume, adore and confide in.

Letting out a satisfied groan, his heart jumps out of his chest when he door closes behind him.

He hears clunky footstep and sees the bottom of a brown Timberland appear in plain sight. It thuds against the floor. The figure marches around several times, whistling to himself as he waits.

Adam cleans himself up quickly and starts to pull his boxers back up again. Suddenly, the figure pauses outside his door as Adam realises something:

Shoot... the cum's ended up on the outside of the cubicle. He lets out a sigh. Maybe I shouldn't get off in public so much.

Seconds later, a plop follows. And another one. His head clears quickly and he feels a sense of relief. A little dehydrated too, but nothing a sip at the old water fountain can't fix.

"Adam?" the voice asks, "Are you alright in there?"

"Yeah. I was finishing something off."

"I can see that," the man adds with a laugh, "will you be long?"

He glances at his watch. "No, not at all Lux. I'm about to start my shift soon."

"Did you just get here?"

"Yeah."

"So did I. Luz wants to know if you'll hang out with her tomorrow. She's having a pizza party."

"I'll see. I might have to go to Eid, if my cousin calls me before that."

"Okay. Maybe she can go too?"

"You'll have to ask your Dad and I'll ask mine but I think my Uncle will be fine with it. He's nice. He's asked me the past couple of years and I don't observe Ramadan anymore."

"Yeah, sure." Lux adds excitedly as he hears the door open and sees Adam pop out. "That sounds good. Maybe you can invite her."

"Maybe I will," he adds, washing and drying his hands with the fancy toiletries, before making his way back out again, "see you later."

"You too."

Walking into the main restaurant, Roberto, the owner and Dad of the twins greets him with a smile and a hug, wearing a loose shirt, khaki shorts and those worn-out flip-flops, like always.

Adam looks down at his right foot, examining it in great detail. Rumour has it that Roberto has a prosthetic toe down there, but whoever designed it seems to have done a perfect job. He can't tell the difference, even on a good day.

A great entertainer, networker and secondary dad figure, he's the local Agony Uncle who makes everyone feel at ease around him.

He's also a savvy, anti-siesta businessman.

He wanted to take advantage of all the hipsters on their breaks, artists looking long lunches, employers looking to lounge over a few drinks, and the rich people with nothing else to do.

Having a prime location helps as well. Being in the heart of the bustling city ramps the sales up too. As does the good food. And the Football Nights. He's making a killing and paying his staff well whilst he's at it.

He knows his market well and the rewards are paying off.

Everyone loves Carreras and he hopes that they continue to do so for many years to come.

He wants people to feel comfortable here and make it their second home, regardless of how much stuff they buy or how long they stay there:

"There's someone here to see you." Roberto adds with a smile, pointing towards the counter.

Adam lets out a grunt as he begrudgingly makes his way into the staff room to clock in. Grabbing his badge, he signs his name and braces himself for the next seven hours.

Making his way behind the counter, he peers over at the smile staring back at him, thinking to himself: What the heck is he doing here?