“Dean, you’re the biggest bitch of all.”“I’m coming,” I schooled my face but laughed again. I kept looking for a silly face or an odd gest...re to grab my attention. I had to engage my mind to keep my thoughts from what we had done.Andrea was deep in the shower. Pat, at the doors, only needed to inch back and the showers would start.I strode to the shower door. Elizabeth was right next to me and I offered my hand for her. She laid her hand on mine, a very princess gesture. Her other hand covered. "Got a couple of things I need to do before the run."Things were a little cumbersome, but Josh let his father run ahead of him, simply because he was on the tighter schedule. He was a few minutes behind when he came out the door, the Attla book and the Record-Herald in his hand, and saw the dog box still sitting on the truck. He'd forgotten he'd left it there, but it wouldn't hurt to stay on for the day. He got in the truck, and headed on out to Rick's. There was already a trace of twilight in. Comfortable wasn’t the right word for it implied something to be taken for granted. ‘A woman that would love me…’ Or, was it just a sense of gratitude? ‘Why am I worrying about it now?’ While his mind was rumbling through it’s own serious doubts, Cindy had none and moved above him. ‘Do me,’ she said, lowering herself onto his face. ‘Yeah, let’s see what you’ve got.’ The next morning, the old lady leaned over to Cindy and whispered into her ear. Cindy blushed and Greg gave her an inquiring. It hasn't stopped you from fantasizing about what he'd look like naked though.Damn...After a bit you both are ready to swap out for load two. You place your stuff in a nearby dryer and Ben follows suit. A bright red pair of briefs from his wet pile catches your eye and also catches you off guard. You wouldn't peg straight, manly-man Ben to own briefs, let alone a pretty-sexy, red pair.With that thought permanently ingrained in your mind you go back to your washer to start your second load..