What did it matter? She was as she was, and where she was. And a little better suddenly, for Colin's visit. Well, certainly no worse.Comfort. She roll...d the word in her head. Comfort.A sly thing, as far as she was concerned, not always birthed from love. A flicker of passion and compassion trapped in a bubble of time.But enough, usually, to hold sway in the battle of the night.She reached out to touch him. It was a labour. He moved slightly, but it wasn't exactly towards her, and it couldn't. She hoped that her mother wouldn't draw too many conclusions from the variety of different backgrounds that accompanied her daughter's calls.There was always an element of tension in these conversations. Her mother had never been happy when Lindiwe had escaped Lesotho's misery by running all the way to England. She'd be even less happy if she knew what Lindiwe had had to do to make a living so far north. She never told her mother that she'd worked for Empire Cleaning Services. She was evasive. Sex had always been a big part of my life, especially throughout my marriage, so when I divorced his dad, intercourse quickly ended. My thirst for sexual relief resulted in drawers of sex toys and appliances. As a multi-orgasmic woman, I couldn't get enough sex. I was drawn to sexy lingerie and shoes. I would dress up late at night and view myself in the bathroom full-length mirror. The sight of my body dressed in sexy clothes made my pussy juices flow like a river. Often, it was after these. The good new was that all four machines were vacant. The bad news was that the homeless man that the landlord let stay in the basement, in return for doing odd jobs, also was there. He was usually friendly, but far from always very clean. Today he was, however. Probably been to the Church-center down the block. “i can do the laundry for you, for a few coins or sumpthin..” he said. Amelie smiled quickly, with her mouth only. No stranger was going to wash her clothes! “I have no cash…but I think.