"Hi" said the girl.

"Hello there" replied the startled but dignified looking older gentleman.

“My name is Amy.”

“I am Sam.”

"It's a sorority prank." Amy answered the obvious question before it was asked. “I don’t usually take off all my clothes and handcuff myself to a public toilet.”

“I hadn’t noticed the cuffs.” Sam stepped forward and looked behind Amy as she leaned forward. Her hands were fastened together by a set of handcuffs. Those cuffs in turn were tethered to the toilet’s silver plumbing by another set of handcuffs. As Sam stepped back, Amy extended her bare legs. Her ankles were also cuffed.

“You are quite helpless.” Sam chuckled. “I suppose you chose a rather safe place for your prank. People attending the Philharmonic Orchestra are probably the safest sort.” Sam scratched his chin. “Well young lady, how can I help you with your prank?”

“I’m supposed to suck off the first guy that comes into the bathroom.” Amy shifted her bare bottom nervously on the toilet seat. “Or else the next prank will be even worse.”

“Interesting.” Once again Sam scratched his chin. “However, you’re in a unisex handicapped bathroom. What would you have done had a woman walked in?”

“Melody is that girl sitting outside in the wheel chair. She was going to pretend to be waiting in line until the right guy showed up.” Amy bit her bottom lip. “She picked you. Melody has my clothes… and the key to these handcuffs.”

“A very well planned prank.” Sam turned and began to walk toward the door. “I will be glad to tell your friend that you have fulfilled the requirements of the prank. Then you can be on your way.”

“Sam.” Amy stammered. “I need to give her proof.”

Sam stopped and turned around. “I see.”

Amy arched her back and tossed her blonde mane back over her shoulders. In doing so she thrust her perfect round breasts toward Sam. “Can you help me out Sam? I can tell that you think I’m attractive.”

Sam blushed slightly, unaware that the bulge in his pants was so visible. He stood silently for several long seconds.

“Yes, young lady, I will help you out – but with one condition.” He made clear his terms to Amy, who nodded silently as he expressed them.

When he finished, Amy gave Sam a big smile. “You have a deal!”

The Philharmonic Orchestra finished playing the first movement of Beethoven’s ninth symphony with a rousing crescendo. It would soon be time for the first intermission - of three. Amy, a very big concert fan in her own right, leaned her head up against Sam’s shoulder and whispered in his ear. “You know, you’re really big for an older guy.” She flicked her tongue off of his ear lobe. “Hard, too. I bet your wife would have been proud of that load you shot into my mouth.”

Sam looked over at the gorgeous young, now nicely dressed, girl sitting in the seat next to him. It was the seat his wife had occupied for as long as he could remember, until death recently took her from him. Sam tried to imagine his wife looking down at him from her perch above the clouds. But the small silver key Amy waved before Sam’s eyes broke his concentration.

“Ready for another potty break?” She dropped the key into his front pocket. The handcuffs jingled in her purse when she stood up. “Just give me five minutes to get... dressed”.

Sam got up and followed her to the handicapped bathroom – where he waited outside the door exactly five minutes before joining his new concert companion.