A shower was not therefore an option. As far as Karen was concerned, a shower was a necessity. In fact, a showerwas her second highest priority of the...morning, with her first being to washand dry the one change of girl clothes the Good Lord and seen fit to grant her. Grabbing a bathrobe that was now way too big for her slender girlish frame,Karen dashed down to the basement. There, she stripped off her clothes anddumped them into a washing machine that was pretty much on its last legs. Donning. Good bye!’ I turned away and marched home. I was shaking with rage. My mother opened the door to me, was about to speak, saw my face and stood back. I went straight to my room and went to bed. I did not sleep. The angry thoughts went round and round. Two hours later there was a knock at the door. I feigned sleep. A second knock. I grunted. Lorraine, for it was she who knocked, took that as an invitation and crept into the room, coming to the bed and sitting on the edge. I turned over to face. So I'm willing to give you enough information to make it possible, if you live somewhere close enough to make it happen. For example, I do live with my wife, Lydia, in a town somewhere along the Atlantic seaboard within 150 miles of the coast between New York City and Wilmington, North Carolina. If you happen to live in some town or city somewhere in that geographic area of the country I could meet you anywhere in a town or city you might designate and I would always be able to get there within. Oh how uncontrollablethis affection for girls' clothes was. He found himself looking intothe eyes of Miss Hidebotham, who had her head on one side with a smile.No wonder she was perplexed by this teacher who seemed to drift offinto a daydream all of a sudden.He felt a fool. He couldn't remember what he had been saying, or why hewas there between two attractive women in their thirties, both tallerthan him."You came to see me about my stepson, I believe, Mr Johnson," promptedMiss Hidebotham with.