Her only reaction was a gasp and to drop the letter and she was still standing, almost a statue when the door opened and in came a rough, unshaven hul... of a bloke. "Old Pettra was right", he said. "You are all woman". Only then did she realise that apart from the towel, which she had let drop when she picked up the letter she was naked. She gave a gasp. He grabbed her, giving her tits a rough feel and ramming his fingers up her very hairy cunt. He then turned as another bikie came in and said.. None of her relatives owned a phone and it was unlikely they would call late on Saturday morning from a call box.“Be ready at one PM. Wear the white uniform,” it was Matron.“But...” Michele stammered.“One PM!” the line clicked, Matron had hung up.Michele was dumbfounded and a little scared. She looked in the hallstand mirror and thought that in the light of day she looked ridiculous. Her wig was askew and her heavy makeup was smeared over her face, a combination of lovemaking and sleep had seen. "I just stood there and said nothing and Mad asked, "Why? Why do you say you are an asshole?"I was silent for a moment and then I said, "What else could you call a married man who lusted after a married woman not his wife?"Mad looked at me with surprise, "Who? You?"I nodded my head yes and Mad smiled at me and asked, "Just who is the lucky lady?"I just smiled back at her and walked away. I should have known that I wasn't going to get away with that. For the next two days Mad was after me like a. Not a problem, I told her. She left and I sat there listening to the wiiiir of washing machines between smoking cigarettes outside the tent. Before long, my laundry was done and ready for the dryer. I unloaded my machine and as I was transferring my load to the dryer, the washing machine that she had used beeped. I finished loading my uniforms into the two dryers and thought that it would be a nice gesture to load her washed gear into a dryer as well. So, I did. While I was putting her clothes.