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I lived in a rooming house where we shared a common large gang-type bathroom. I was in a stall doing a #2 when I heard a guy come in and take a stall a couple away from me. As I was leaving I heard heavy breathing and noticed a PB mag open to the centerfold.

I went back to where I was partying with some friends that included three rather immodest gals (this was hippie days). I told them what was going on in the bathroom. I tip-toed back in with the 3 gals right away.

When he opened the stall door with the PB in hand the gals started applauding and cheering and remarked "Good job!". He was so pissed and embarrassed. One of the gals even flashed him saying maybe you should have been thinking of these. After a few minutes of laughter etc. he confessed that he was really stressed and needed relief, but had no one to get off with.

He got over it and came back and partied with us. Later that evening one of the gals took him to another room and "took care" of his stress. Over all he took it well and held no grudge. He did keep an eye on the rest of us in case he had the chance for revenge, but never did.

On a side note, this rooming house was downtown in a college town. The place was a frequent stopping off place for friends etc to stop by when downtown partying. Numerous times I would go in the bathroom and find a gal on a toilet, taking a shower or fixing her make-up. I could tell many stories of happenings in this place.