He looked dejected as he slumped down the hall, his shoulders stooped. I wasn't as tough on him as I could have been. Instead of woman stuff, I could ...ave told him I was having woman trouble. That's something no man can confront.I went into the bathroom, sat on the toilet and emptied my bowels. I did a quick wipe, one Sheryl Crow would have been happy with, then pulled out a bottle of Fleet enema I had stored under the sink. That's something else most men won't confront unless it's just to. Isabel stood there, her damp hair hanging down her back and a drying sheet wrapped around her, handing articles of clothing to Giles. She smiled at him lovingly and with such devotion. She had never been happier in her life. From downstairs they heard the loud barks of Ajax and Cadmus, and a few moments later the squire Roger Bowcott was knocking on the chamber door. A shirtless Giles held Isabel to him to protect her nudity and modesty from the squire. ‘Well?’ demanded Giles. ‘What is it? I. She desperately needed to get herself off. She opened the front door and her eyes took in the tall Afro-American standing there tool box in hand. Her knees went weak."Hi. Mrs. Cleary? I'm here to look at the washing machine."Wordlessly she stepped aside to let him in. "Ri... rig... right this way" she stammered as she led the black man to her laundry room. Thoughts and images were running wild in Karen's head. She saw herself ripping off her clothes in front of this man. She saw herself on her. ‘What the fuck do you want, bitch? Can’t you see I’m doin’ business in here?’ Vanja stood in the doorway, silent. Luis looked down at Cherry. ‘Okay, get lost.’ The thin, cheap blond staggered to her feet, yanked her top back up over her small hard breasts, and tottered out of the room mumbling under her breath. Luis finally stuffed his dick back into his pants and zipped it up. ‘Okay, bitch, I guess you’re not here to finish the job Cherry started. So what can I do you for?’ Vanja walked over.