The actual laundry equipment stood in one corner of the pale yellow room. The shelves were full. Over-full. Mostly with large glass jars full of diffe...ent sorts of food.At first glance most of them seemed to be red. Tomatoes in various disguises, I guessed. But there were also identifiable collections of fruit. Peaches and pears in tidy rows, along with some things that I couldn't quite categorise, but which must have been more obscure preserves.Heather spoke while I stared. "Yeah, it's. She was quite a bit older than me, late 30's, but I've always loved more mature, experienced women. We chatted for a while, swapped photos, talked on the phone a bit, then set up a time for me to come over to her house. She said that she had a very high sex drive but had been single for a while and was really needing a release. I was more than happy to oblige.On the scheduled day I was super nervous, but also very excited. I arrived at her house and knocked on the door. She answered the door. "Two defenders just off the sidelines, back." I looked around at the eight players around me. "Anybody know why I'm lining you up like this?" You want us to lose?" hazarded the hopeless boy with the big mouth.I didn't have to say anything. The girl standing next to him hit him in the arm. "No, stupid," she chided. "It's a defensive setup. Right?" She looked to me.I smiled at her, letting her know she was correct. "Absolutely," I replied. "This way you can break off on coverage, depending on how. Im too drunk to worry about that. We decided instead to play with quarters from the change jar. Mark set to shuffling the deck and teaching Dee the rules (she had never played), while I engaged in an aside with Sarah about our jobs. She hated hers about as much as I disliked mine, and that mutual dislike seemed to animate her even more. She waved her arms wildly with every statement, but odder still, she kept brushing my chest with her hand and grabbing my thigh. After about the third time, she.