The Playboy Advisor

February, 1997

My boyfriend and I had a layover of several hours at a major airport during a trip with a bunch of other college freshmen. While we were browsing the stores, we saw some of those private office cubicles called Ziosks. My boyfriend whipped out a credit card his dad had loaned him and rented one for three hours (he's planning to tell his dad it's an ice-cream parlor). Inside were a table, chairs and a love seat. I closed the blinds on the door and we stripped off our clothes. He got on the floor a...