She watched me for several minutes as I turned lights off and closed, and I wondered what she was thinking."Would you like to have coffee with me?" sh... finally said."Of course, where would you like to go?" thinking we'd go down the street to a local place."How about my place?" she asked. Why was this young woman asking this? I'm seventy-one, an old man twice her age with long, pure-white hair and a beard. A couple of dirty thoughts crossed my mind, but I stopped myself."OK, I'll follow you.". You open your eyes and look towards the door of your bedroom. Standing before you is a young woman. Her long red coat with black trim is the only thing that you can make out clearly. The rest of her is almost a silhouette. Her hair is long and falls over her shoulder as she removes her coat. Her dark eyes rise to meet your gaze across the room. Your heart skips a beat. She steps towards the end of your bed, raises one leg and places her foot on the covers near your feet. She leans over her knee. As far as the world was concerned, she was still backpacking Europe, her family's substantial wealth still sitting in stocks and bank accounts.Her mansion was exactly as she left it after her parent's death, only with a thick layer of dust encasing every surface. The blinds were still closed, and the lawn was overgrown, though the secluded estate in the woods ensured that nobody would complain about the disrepair, nor would anyone see Michelle's unexpected return to Serenity Falls. She headed. The Cleaners, #1In case you haven't noticed, I have a liking for two things:Cheerleading uniforms and shoes. The cheerleading uniform likingcomes from working in a dry cleaners. I used to work at a drycleaners taking in clothes after school and then I would beresponsible for locking up. I would dream endlessly aboutclosing time when I would lock up and try on whatever my heartdesired. Dresses, skirts, pant suits, jumpers, blouses, orwhatever came through that afternoon I would make a mental.