looked pretty darn good. I had to admit, I wasn’t half-bad looking naked.

Then I heard another, even louder thump followed by two distinctive giggles. That’s when it finally dawned on me what was likely going on in the next stall. Never one to pass up the opportunity for a little peep show, I turned and leaned down to see if I could see any feet under the divider wall. There were a few articles of clothing strewn about underneath, and I could make out a wiggling shadow. There was definitely a pair of big, hairy man-feet in there in a pair of rugged brown flip flops. But that was all I saw.

Then I looked back toward where the back wall met the divider wall. Where the little seat in my stall was broken, a half inch crack had formed running the length there. I pressed my face against the back wall and squinted my eye to try to peer through. I could see golden blond hair running down a narrow strip of white fabric. “Ahhh…” I sighed as I recognized the hot little cheerleader I’d passed on the way in. She must be in there with her stud of a boyfriend.

Now terribly curious, I wanted desperately to get a better look. But how? I looked around to see what my options were. And then I saw it. Right there on the floor, just under the outside wall of my changing stall, glowing in the harsh fluorescent light, was a nice little handheld mirror. ‘God bless Wal-Mart and it’s sloppy dressing room upkeep!’ I thought as I reached down and plucked the mirror from the floor.

I leaned the little mirror down and angled it under the divider wall. I could see both pairs of feet now. The girls were either side of the guys. She was seated on the little bench and he was standing in front of her. I angled the mirror more, to see his thick, blocky calves. But his back was to my stall, blocking most of my view of the action.

Determined to figure this out, I decided to try looking down from above rather then up from below. So I held the mirror up high and over the edge of the stall. This view was much improved. I could see all of the boy now, the back of his head, his shoulders, all the way down to his waist. And in front of him, I could make out the motions of the top of the girl’s blonde, golden head moving in and out at his waist. ‘This kid is getting a goddamned hummer from his girlfriend in the freakin’ Wal-Mart dressing stall,’ I thought as I stretched to angle the mirror more. Frustrated that I still wasn’t getting a good view, I decided to get a little more brazen.

I laid the mirror down flat on the floor between the two stalls and slowly inched it forward under the divider wall. As the mirror crossed over from my stall to the next, I could clearly begin the make out the shape of the standing hunk and his seated girl. I pushed the mirror a few inches further, and then something magical happened. I noticed that if I leaned back, I could see the reflection of the wall mirror in their stall in the little mirror on the floor. With just a couple more inches, I’d have a front row seat to the all the action!

I inched the