So far, though, only his friends on-line were privy and that helped a bit. He had to do SOMETHING, though, so every night he went to sleep wearing one...of his few jumpers and turtlenecks... "Shit!" Something dismaying had occurred to him. *What if they saw me while I was sleeping? I'd better change quickly. I'm in the deep stuff now. * As he reached his dresser, he opened the drawer where his clean underwear was kept. He stopped dead, and blinked. It was gone, every last stitch, replaced by a. I particularly needed washing powder. My cleaner, Mrs. Solby had taken over the washing after I had an incident. I had run out of washing powder and clean shirts at the same time. So I put a load in and used washing up liquid as a substitute. Bad move. I had to cycle the whole wash three times before getting the suds out of my shirts. Even then they smelt of detergent for days. Mrs. Solby had different views. The powder drawer was quite big and she believed that it had to be filled. I could not. "Hey, in the afternoon when the servants have gone we sunbathe without anything on." What, all the time?" Well, sometimes." replied Emma, looking Lauren straight in the eye."Don't you mind if people see you?" There isn't anyone. After lunch they go home for their siesta and that's the end of their day. Great, eh?" Who's 'we'" asked Lauren."Just me normally." she responded glumly. "Nobody really lives this end of town. Nobody even visits."Lauren gradually understood what an idyllic life the. Thinking of how exactly to categorize his ethnicity brought a small smile to Lenore's lips, and it was misinterpreted."You got engaged?" he asked, incredulously. "Let's see the rock, Ma'am!" His enthusiasm was infectious, and with Lynne there, laughing at her from behind amused eyes, Lenore realized she could not spoil their fun."Okay, okay," she said, with the first genuine smile she'd had since the Gunny got Deb's phone call. "But only for a minute, people, I have to run."The appropriate.