When I finished, there was as much packaging as anything else.To avoid any mistakes, I took a big black marker and clearly wrote 'Laundry' on the laun...ry box and 'Trash' on the other. I even double-checked to make sure I had it right. No sense in tempting the Karma Gods. That reminded me that the dryer was broken, so my clothes would have to wait to be washed. I was a little disappointed in that, but I had enough to make it through a few days without it.Sorting through Brandy's old stuff didn't. What we need is a serious misstep which will identify who’s responsible.”Em paused, glanced at her empty mug. Nicole wasn’t far behind. “Ready to move this discussion somewhere private and discuss something other than work?” she asked with a wink.Nicole cocked her head. “You have someplace particular in mind?”“Yeah, there’s a little lesbian spot a short hike from here.”“Really? I’m not familiar with any in this end of town.”“There’s a new underground bar. It’s not exclusive to lesbians, but. There were a lot of businesses that didn’t have access ramps. Those that did, tended to have ramps with a short run incorporating a rise of about one foot for five feet of ramp. Tim figured he’d exceed the future requirements.Robert drove his wheelchair through the door and right up to the spot at the table they had left for him. He reached back and pulled out a thin briefcase. He set it on the table and opened it with a flourish. He was grinning broadly the whole time. He took out four. There's really only person to whom we can turn, though I've put this off until I had no other choice. My ex, Dan. Oh, God, he's gonna love owning me! It's gonna suck some serious ass, as I suspect so are we, but it beats being on the street."You know the law. Vagrants are automatically enslaved in this state if they don't find homes within ninety days and there is talk of making it sixty days. We'd be slaves either way and miserable in the meantime. Might as well belong to a good guy like Dan..