"Well, I have a washing machine, you could always wash the shirt really quick and wear one of my Wife's shirts in the meantime."
Sarah thinks about it a moment.
"I guess it's my only option, Mr. . Where's the laundryroom?"
You lead Sarah to the small laundryroom. A washer, a dryer and a hamper of dirty clothes.
"I'll go get you a shirt, and give you some privacy. Do you know how the washer works?"
"Yes, Mr. , its the same one I have at home."
"Okay, then, the detergent is in the cabinet."
You pull the sliding door shut and head to your bedroom to find a shirt. You look through your wife's clothes, and unhappy with the selection, you go to your daughters room. You find a pink shirt that will barely fit Sarah's huge breasts and head back to the laundryroom. |