Leaving that store he went to the laundry run by a woman and her two daughters.Dillon had started to dress a bit nicer since becoming a deputy marshal... He began to wear whipcord or wool pants, collared shirts with a string tie, and sometimes a mid thigh length frock coat. Each week the girls at the laundry washed and pressed his clothes; it cost him twenty five cents a week. It was an expense he hadn't had before but it sure beat doing his own things. Besides, he liked the way he looked and. We saw Sylvia's car slow down and pull onto a side streetand then into a long driveway. We followed and parked nextto her. Helen had a real big house! It was huge and hadanother smaller house attached to it. There were severalcars parked next to the smaller house. We all gatheredtogether and walked toward the smaller house.I asked Helen, "Who lives in that huge house?"Everybody giggled then and Helen answered, "That's myhouse, Angel, this other one is my place of business. Ionly do private. Go and run a bath for him.Angela and Theresa: washing up.”“I’ll shave him” said Helen, she had shaved her grandfather in hospital a few times. So they dragged him up the stairs, shaved him, undressed him to his underpants and hoped he could cope with the rest. They watched as he sank slowly to the floor. Gingerly, three seventeen and eighteen year olds pulled him to his feet, pulled down his pants and edged him into the bath; where he promptly peed in the water. All three girls screwed up their. Instead she stood there, watching what was happening in the office, surprised by the delightful feelings that rushed through her as she did. Without her knowing she was doing it, her hands stole to her breasts and began massaging them. ‘Coming! Oh, God! I’m coming!’ Lisa cried, her body writhing, as Miss Conklin’s mouth worked on her. Dianna was trembling, too. ‘That…that could have been me,’ she thought, dejected. As Dianna watched, the two women in the office continued to kiss and caress..