I took the largest basket in with me and filled three machines. I brought my own detergent, bleach and softener. I put the coins in and started the wa...hers.There are four other people in the room, four men. They seem to be together. They’re all watching me but I’m trying very hard not to meet anyone’s gaze. I sat down as far from the men as possible and tried to read my magazine. After reading the same sentence a dozen times I gave up. I just stared at the page and waited for the washers to. A man I gather in his late 40’s or early 50’s looked at me smiling. He was a typical all American guy (to me anyway). He was tall and looked healthy and fit, but did have a belly. He had the greatest smile, which made me feel much safer right there. I told him about what happened. He then paused for a second seemingly thinking about something. Then he said, “Don’t worry. I can help you. But I need to go back to my place to get a tool. It is pretty close by. You can come with me. I have some. She was still standing by the bed nude with a look of concentration as she worked over her hair thoroughly. I suddenly remembered that just a couple hours ago she had been paralyzed at the touch of my hand on her knee and yet already it seemed like this is the way it would be. What could be more natural than beckoning her to the bed where I waited to hug her the whole night through? I reached up to pull my new wife back into bed with me but first I need a pee.I put on my boxers out of modesty. .."Please... oh, no." You read a few sections aloud. Your voice choppy at times, and you pause to take in a breath every so often. You continue to read, as best you can, in a halting whisper. But, under the book, she notices that my finger is touching the skin of her inner thigh, just under her dress...She stops reading. "Shhh... whisper..." I say. Others are nearby, but don't notice. "Oh..." She pauses. "Shhhh... please keep reading..." She does. No one else can see... it is a large book.