It was Amber, my acquaintance from the laundromat. ‘Amber,’ I greeted her. ‘Lady Deirdre.’ ‘Sir Robert. How funny that it’s your home I’... invading.’ She gave a curtsey, or I think that’s what it’s called when a woman bobs a bit and holds out her arms. Probably easier in a dress than shorts. ‘Lady Stacey said I could come over and use the dryer since the one at the laundromat isn’t working today.’ ‘Glad to hear it. I’ll watch Deirdre if you want to shoot a load in the dryer on the other side.. She pushed her shopping cart through the store and let the men check her out in her short skirt, low cut blouse and five inch heels. When she had the interest of several she headed for the changing booths. She had two skirts and three blouses to try on and it should make for a hell of a show since she wasn't wearing a bra or panties.She went into the booth and adjusted the curtain the way she wanted it and then looked into the mirror. She could see through the gap into the men's clothing. ” “I see.” Arthur felt the anger rise in his chest and struggled to remain calm. He could not afford anger now, not with what was to come. “Did you recover the book?” Dominic pulled a small, black calendar book from his back pocket and handed it to his old friend. “Yeah, he was taking it with him.” Arthur took the small book and started flipping through the pages. “He wanted to sell my daughter’s life and honor for thirty pieces of silver, and that is something I cannot allow.” He looked. Peter had been my youngest, my baby, and I had been so very proud of him. I received quite a few strange stares from other people in the library but, as no one came over to comfort me, I ignored them. I also cried as I read Jeremy's obituary. He was my one true love and I shall never love another as I did him. Finding some humorous accounts of my family's chronicles, I was able to cheer myself up and I even giggled a little. I took the time to trace the history of all of my children, to the.