She was proud of her abilties, perfectly ironing as many as a dozen men’s shirts every hour, earning for her husband two cents for every shirt she c...mpleted. It wasn’t backbreaking work, but it was exhausting. Her workplace was hot and humid, occupied by nearly a dozen similarly situated women wielding steam irons, hunched over the short boards upon which they toiled without a single break during their shift. While it was important for women to look their best in public and at home, it was. At first Roger was completely caught off-guard before he allowed himself to realize what was happening. This was awelcome home he could only hope for. His arms enclosed her waist and soon he was responding and returning her passionate embrace. No words passed between them, just the sound of their kisses and the soft moans from Eleanor. She was wearing her black Oriental robe and he could feel nothing beneath it. They parted briefly and both stared at each other for a moment, Roger with a look. We love each other.” I nodded acknowledging his statement. He went on, “We didn’t want to get in trouble with our parents but my folks had me stay over at Karen’s house last night. Then, her folks told us to sleep together!”I said, “And the problem with that is?”Karen said, “We aren’t as ready as we thought. We kissed and held each other but we didn’t ‘do’ anything but my folks are kidding us like we did. My dad even shook John’s hand at breakfast!” I had to grin. “They don’t believe us when we. He had been one of Greta's regular customers at The New House of Joy, tipping her well and thrashing her as far as Martha allowed.As he walked in he did not wait for Jacqui to say anything, but came straight to the point, "I want to thrash Greta properly. Perhaps if you let me do that I'll manage to come properly." Jacqui's Place aims to please its discerning clientele," replied Jacqui "You may do as you wish with Greta. How long did you want?" An hour should suffice," he answered in measures.