I saw young women, who had no business being out after dark as far as I was concerned, with unkempt hair and broken nails, but also maternal types who...just looked like someone’s mother-in-law. I decided I wasn’t going to check who should be here and who should not, because clearly I knew bugger all about the homeless. Pope Francis certainly made no distinction. Some people asked for a blessing, which he did quickly and with a smile. Others just wanted to touch his upper arm, or were happy with. Sometimes before I wash a pair of panties, I’d sniff the crotch for a couple of minutes. After I finish washing their lingerie and stockings, and while they’re drying, I polish their work shoes. I return the hamper to their room, and get their work shoes out of the closet. I sit in the middle of their bedroom floor and polish them. I usually get very aroused while I’m polishing their heels. After I polish their shoes, I put them away, and finish the other laundry. Folding the laundry is very. I did not realise he had an alternative motive. We got back to his apartment suite, start to peel all the layers of clothing we had on and put the fire on. I changed into white silk pyjama shorts and shirt with pink leg warmers; I went into the kitchen to make us some drinks to toast the New Year as Dan came in with just his boxers on. ''Claire-Bear?'' ''Yea…what's up?'' I turned to him. ''I want to make love to you for New Year. Would you give me your virginity?'' he asked unsure. I pondered. ..”“Oh do you now. I’m sorry for you...”“What?”“The stuck-up git’s probably trying to woo some lady into letting him show her his horse. Or at least that what he says! Every time we come to the races he always ends up sleeping with a stranger. And he always leaves me bored and alone! God I hate him!” he worked up such a frenzy ranting about his apparently “stuck-up” father, that Peter had lost the idea he was even upper class. He was turning into an average boy just like him. “I’m sorry, I’m.