After an only adequate meal we drove to the Lowe’s hardware store. From them I bought a clothes washer which had to be rolled to the sink to hook up... Then after it ran it’s cycle, I bought an umbrella clothes line to dry the clothes. The line was probably twice the size I needed to hang a load of clothes from the tiny washing machine. But what the hell, I might do two loads. I even though to buy a plastic clothes basket to transport the wet clothes to the line. I had previously carried my dirty. I think out of 8; I had consumed 5 cans of beer making me dizzy while she rolled my hand in between her fingers making me aroused too. I was glad that Edith was not pressing against my enlarged erection when she suddenly jumped up; extremely unexpectedly to give me a lingering kiss on my forehead and announced that she was tired and wanted to go and rest a while before walking towards the bedroom. I was extremely confused for what she had done but her dancing hips was the last straw plus by now. Vania saw someone else she wanted to talk to and left me alone, again. Next, to come by and say ‘hi’ was Boris’ wife, Kiska, a very large woman who had an almost angelic face. Her eyes were a brilliant ocean blue. The sight of this woman up close took me. She was breathtaking, except for the extra hundred-or-so pounds. Five minutes with her and I felt like she was my own Aunt. She was telling me a few stories of the hardships she and her family endured after WWII in a Communist Soviet Union.. The liquid would dissolve the piles of paper which the cops thought were money." So when the money was gone, it would appear that the cops stole it." The off camera voice suggested."Yes, the plan was to continue doing the same thing until everybody thought the cops were all crooks. When the press picked up on it, then it wouldn't take long for the people to lose confidence. Once that happened, people here would be like they are in Mexico. They would stop cooperating with the police. Without.