But Peeps'military trained killer's confidence finally cowed him. His cocksureexpression faded and he muttered, "Fine. This place is a dump anyway.Com...ng guys?"His friends glanced at each other, embarrassed at the confrontation andirritated that Johnson involved them in it. Reluctantly they stood andfollowed Johnson out the door.Robyn stared at Peeps in awe. He was full of surprises. But as she thoughtabout it, his action was no surprise at all. Despite his gruff manner hewas good to his girls. Usually, mom would leave any clean clothes on the dryer for me to put away. I checked there first but found nothing."Please, be in the dryer," I prayed.I opened the dryer door and found it empty. I was not having a good night. A final check in the washer showed my clothes clean but still very wet. I had no idea how much time I had but I hoped I had enough to dry a load of clothes. A quick switch from washer to dryer and I had my clothes drying in just under a minute.My plan then was to get. Singles. Trying too hard.I'd found Her - a pretty little cosplay kid dragged to the club by her hip, trendy, boring cosplay friends. But I hadn't found Him yet.It always had to be one of each. They didn't have to arrive together even though they almost always left way. Some pairs even came back, became regulars at the club. There was a pair like that in line tonight. They had nodded to be polite but generally ignored me. They knew you never got picked twice.I heard a group arrive and bitch. Ashley blushed a deep red but didn’t care, shifting positions to let him pull her pajamas off of her and off of the bed, leaving her in her favorite t-shirt and a pair of red panties. Ashley broke the kiss and looked down at him, a half-smirk half-frown on her face as she played with his shirt. “Should we be doing this?” she said, almost breathless as she tugged at his shirt. “I don’t know, it looked like you were enjoying yourself back there,” he said with a grin, trailing his index finger.