"I will clean all of the dirty clothes...", "For each and every item of clothing I find in Kathryn's apartment...", "panties, briefs, or underpants...... "intimate contact with the wearer's crotch..."Shit, shit, shit!!! The clauses were entirely about all clothes in the apartment - regardless of who wears them. Damn it! Nothing about Kathryn's clothes specifically at all.Had she known this was going to happen? I wondered. Had she thought ahead to the time when men were going to be spending time. He kept her close for the entire trip also. Both cavalrymen would do very well in the future, and marry their lady in waiting.The ride to the capital took three days, even for cavalry. The first night, we stayed at an inn out in the country. The soldiers took over the inn. We slept upstairs in a large chamber. The second day, we stopped early at an inn near a fair sized town. The lieutenant went to fetch the local dress makers. They soon arrived with their wares. Cara and Zena had new clothes. There was much to be done, there was no time for sleep.Evelyn Torres, Assistant Dean of Admissions, sat in the Dean of Admissions office... it was a much nicer office than hers. Far bigger, with a thick carpet, overstuffed leather couches and chairs, even a fireplace, though she had no idea if it worked. Not for the first time, she promised herself this office would someday be hers.Not that she had anything against Dean Myers. She loved the old man. He could have chosen any blond WASP or. ." Lydia motioned to the couch, "and this Porter guy was standing right in front of you, would you play with that man's prick... even through his pants?" Lydia watched with interest as Barbara's face flushed even redder."Of course not!" Barbara protested.Lydia nodded. She waited a moment. She looked at her granddaughter expectantly until she Barbara was only staring straight ahead stony faced."Okay, would you have let Rafe squeeze your butt... and shove his hand up your skirt... and kiss you.