....I was washing 2 weeks accumulation of dirty dishes when the doorbell rang. I answered the back door off of the kitchen and saw Blanche standing t...ere. It was obvious that she had been crying, her eyes were red and puffy; I invited her in and sat her down at the kitchen table."May I get you something Miss Rousseau?" "Coffee, tea, a bottle of water perhaps?" She just looked at me not answering. "Are you ill?" "Did something happen?" I asked. Miss Rousseau, Blanche.... I called her Blanche. "But for $10 you can have two tubs, or one tub and a bottle of WindowCleer." Of what?" mom asked?"WindowCleer," he said. "It's the same product, but in liquid form," he said. "You wipe in on windows, mirrors, even the inside of your car's windshield, and the glass is guaranteed not to steam up."The miracle, I guess, is that conversation just popped into my head, word for word, at exactly the time I most needed it. Of course! WindowCleer! Mom had gotten the $10 package, and I remember that she. She continued moving the soap upward from her legs and started to soap up Olivia's ass with firm massage like motions. She made sure to carefully soap up her asshole and as the running water ran down Olivia's butt crack, Andy would flick her butt hole with her tongue and re-apply the soap. In the meantime, the other two girls were nibbling at Olivia's ears and soaping up her upper body paying special attention to her breasts and hardening nipples. Olivia was covered with quite a bit of soap at. Fucking psycho bitch. I'm sorry. Fuc..." The patio was smooth and cold, the garden shed ahead. She pulled open the door, tools, a mower, a dog cage. She led me to the cage, reached inside and pulled out a blanket, laid it across the top of the cage, then gently lowered me forwards onto it, legs spread, body resting on the frame, just as well, I didn't think I could stand on my own, not right then. "I'll be back." The darkness rose up, drowning me.I lay there in the darkness, trying to ignore.