I finished up, and Layla walked in wearing nothing but a towel, and I quickly covered up with a towel. We kind of just stared at each other for a bit... but nervous as I was, I ran out to put on the clothes, but realized they were much too small. I went back by the bathroom door to tell Layla that she clothes wouldn't fit and she told me to just keep the towel on and just relax on the chair. I was able to move my clothes into the dryer, and went back to the chair to sit, and Layla came back. She wanted to ask what to do, but she did not want to embarrass him by being disobedient, nor did she want to draw attention to this unclean guest. It was not the thought of embarrassing the guest that stopped her; but more what the other guests would think if his slave brought attention to the issue that he had chosen someone who was not careful with their hygiene. He had said he had chosen all the evenings guests with care but unless he checked their cocks and got this close to them, how. The moment seemed to last a lifetime.Then he pulled abruptly away from me when he heard a sound behind him. When he turned he gasped and fell to his knees in a prone position crying out "Master!" to a pompous rotund figure silhouetted in the door.I hated that fat and greasy swine for causing my proud creator to fall to his knees, and for stopping the brush of lips that I had not known I craved until it was too late. I wanted to scream and hurl something, anything, so that we could again be. I don't hold much with the kind of war he fights, but the officers want to use him, so I guess I don't have much say in the matter.I was told to head to Sedalia and start my search from there. The big problem is that I have to dodge Union soldiers and Jayhawkers while I hunt. Shit, I didn't join the Army to be a mailman, but my grandpa always insisted that I had to finish any job I started, and his word was law, so I developed the habit early, and my pa, what little I saw of him, felt the same.