I shut the cubicle door firmly behind me, locked it, and turned toward the toilet. Listening for any strange noises nearby, and hearing nothing, I prised open the lid of the cistern, and removed the carefully hidden magazine, folded under the top, but out of the water.

Pulling down my trousers and boxers, I sat down on the toilet seat, and opened the well read magazine. I always liked to start with the letters, and then move on. I knew this magazine intimately, in more ways than one.

The first letter:

--start-of-letter--