— — — — — — — — — Clancy’s story — She had lain in her own bed, which was her wish. She’d said that she didn’t want to be ...mong strangers when she left to meet her husband, their daddy Elbert. They’d been married for sixty-five years. They’d all taken turns standing the death watch, the drawn curtains had only let in a dim light, but it was just enough to see by and not enough to bother her. Clancy sat in the chair by the bed, at times tilting it back, leaning his head against the wall,. Just as he'd been the previous day, he found himself directly behind her, though if anything, this time she appeared more bent over than usual though it could have been his over active imagination. It took him another few seconds to make up his mind to continue with his usual contact. Then throwing caution to the wind he moved forward. The very thought of what he was about to do and the fact that his mother had gone to the sink when she could have remained in the middle of the room until he had. And i had to take my wash to a local laundremat . This in it'self would not normally be a big problem but as a bisexual cross dresser i also have feminine articles of clothing to launder. That is how this story comes about. The laundrremat of my choice opens up at 6:30 A.M. and at that time of the morning i felt quite safe that i would be by myself with no one to wonder why a guy would be washing bra and panties and other feminine articles of clothing. So as i got there i started to do my wash. "Frustrated, sighing, she frowned at him. "All right. Just have a seat and I'll..."But Solomon had already walked past her and was opening the Administrator's door.Charles Adair, the hospital Administrator, was in over his head. He had worried that he might be when he took the job, and recent weeks had made him almost certain. He wondered why anybody would want to take on a job with so many headaches, not to mention the potential conflicts between nursing personnel and management. If he had.