Thursday afternoon I was late picking up our son after school for his dentist appointment and in my haste I quickly tossed some dirty clothes in the w...sher along with some detergent and left. When I returned home I found that I had poured half the box of detergent into the washer by mistake and now the machine was broken. I cleaned up the mess and brought the clothes to a laundromat. I had no idea as to how to approach my husband for the money needed to repair the washer. I notified the. .. why?" I asked, shocked at such a random question."Tell you what, my daughter is at school, the original photoshoot for today was cancelled anyway, let's just both take a day off!" Sasha suggested. "No one will be here for hours. Are you in?"It was an offer I couldn't refuse, but wasn't expecting to be asked. "Us... both... skinny dipping... naked... here?" I wanted to check I heard Sasha correctly. "Well, you've seen all of this before!" she said, waving her hands across the top half of her. No, it was the way she looked at him, weighing him up like she knew what he was thinking. She looked so real that it would have been no surprise if she'd moved, said something, scratched an itch or pushed back a stray strand of hair. Man, this was fucking insane!He must have sat there for a couple of hours. Once or twice he'd thought about continuing his search and finding some of those pics where the girls spread their pussies with their fingers and you could look right inside. But every time. From midnight to dawn he would rant and rave against their locked doors, blinding one woman's son when he threw a rock at a random silhouette in the. The bobbies would come to drag him away (which she had been witness to on two occasions) and he'd be declared too insane for trial. It would be off to Schödinger's Sqr. again. Then until Mother was tired of loneliness (or else was just as crazy as he and thought s lesson learned) and have the doctors declare him sane.But her father was a man of.