"She then rose up in bed, put her arms around her knees and looked towards the wall with her cheek on her knees. She sat that way for a few seconds wh...n she sprung her head up, put her chin on her knees, and asked "Well? How will we do this? Do I just go up to him and say... Excuse me Henry, if it's not too much trouble, could you please fuck my brains out? Oh, I almost forgot, is it okay if John watches?"I chuckled replying "No, of course not. One of these nights when the time is right and we. It seemed like it rang for an eternity... i swear...it must have beentwenty rings... lol...i was sitting at my desk like a deer in the headlights... unsure as to why i feltsuch trepidation and delight simultaneously...i picked up the phone... and heard the voice of an angel... yeah, a VERY female angel... lol...she spoke quickly... i sat there dumbfounded... she simply stated one sentence:"do you believe me now?"...all i could do was reply "uh-huh"... click the line went dead...i sat staring. We said hello as we put out stuff in out respective dryers and went our separate ways again.When I went back again, she was there, again. She must have gotten there a couple minutes before me and was just about to pick up the baskets piled two high again. I suggested she wait a couple minutes while I run my clothes to my apartment, and then I could give her a hand with hers.Once we got up the three floors to her apartment, she asked me if I wanted to come inside for a drink. I said sure, and. "I'm taking psyche. You've got some strange form of transference, right? You've instilled your notions of security and sense of belonging into that vacuum cleaner, and you're lost now that it's broken. I read about cases like yours a few weeks ago; really interesting stuff. Look, I'll do you a favour — if you know the make and model, and the country of origin, I'll try to find it for you. There are a few trading shops around the city that might have old Soviet stuff." Thank you," I say, as I.