[Freddy keeps his ears sharp to catch the sound or gesture that points to the commode. Okay, Newendyke, now or never. He steps out of the area and casually makes his way over to the mensroom, quite obviously with part of his posture turned. Away from the clerk. To hide his boner. Yep. Real smooth. Maybe the clerk just won't give a damn, it's a dead end job anyway. Once inside though, well.
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Freddy immediately starts undoing his own jeans.]