They did dress long enough to go out to dinner and shop the neighborhood grocery once the snow ended. When Peter finally pushed Helen’s three year o...d Ford out of the parking space and into the drive lane, which had been cleared only hours before, it was filled with their dirty laundry. Helen had a washer dryer, so she volunteer to do the laundry for him. There was a huge amount of it. Several carefully packed plastic grocery bags filled her trunk. Helen dropped him in the parking lot of his. I crawled downstairs behind Ms. Williams; I watched her go inside the target closet to retrieve cleaning supplies. It looked like I was to mop the floors, but there was no mop. My answer came in the form of a bra. More specifically it was a bra that had sponges instead of cups. Ms. Williams fitted the already cold and wet bra to me, which made my nipples harden. I was instructed to clean the floors, without the aid of my hands. I looked at the murky mop water in the bucket beside me with. "No, I haven't been drinking!" "Ma'am, you need to calm down or I will have to take you in." He spoke slowly with emphasis on the ma'am. "Take me in? I haven't done anything. You have lost your god damned mind. Your a fucking asshole." As the words poured out of my mouth, from some faraway place in my mind, I knew I was not being wise. I don't know where all that anger came from. I just couldn't control my mouth. "Ma'am, I am placing you under arrest for disorderly conduct. I will be taking you. "Thank God they didn't have time to run any of this stuff into our computer over there, Crystal. It could've made us look bad. I've spoken to the Programmers and they haven't been near the machine. Just the same I'm having our Security man run a check on their machine." Who-who is that?" Now, Crystal, it's better that you don't know the name of the man who runs our computer security."She escaped from Mr. Johnson's office as fast as she could and tore off for her apartment and her computer.