Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2013 23:21:29 GMT
| Jacques didn't know where the laundry room was in this run-down tenement complex. They tended to be in the basement, so he crept down the staircase barefoot. The morning was late, and he had just escaped the company of the college girl he'd fucked in the shower to toss his pants in the dryer. What a lucky Friday night! One filled with drinking, sex, and sleep. But he hated being so fatigued and he was anxious to make like Houdini and escape. Of course, he'd slept in. The fast intimacy of the previous night only lead to more fornication. He wore her blue robe now, though the sleeves and skirt were too short, and a towel was tied around his waist. His pants hung civilly over his forearm, and he cupped change and a loose key to pay the machine and get back in the room where she now napped. In the laundry room, Jacques found another person, perhaps one who lived here (?), had claimed one of the line of machines. Jacques paid them no mind until he found the machines were in Chinese. He ogled the device, wondering what sort of nut-so landlord would install these washers and dryers. "...Ugh, what machine dries... and what setting should I use for these?" he asked, knowing it was now obvious he didn't live here. |
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