I scratched my head, unable to fathom why my mother would need Windex since we had a housekeeper come to clean every Friday.“No Windex in here, Mom,...” I said, trying to usher her out back into the hallway towards the living-room where I could turn on the television and distract her while I fixed the lock on my dungeon’s door.“Well, I need Windex to clean Armani’s nose prints from my window,” she complained. Armani is my aunt’s dog. Yeah, I know, goofy name for a dog!Try as I might to stop her,. I started breaking the ice by buying her coffee and saying hi everytime i saw her and trying to start a coversation to my suprise she spoke some english and we slowly started to become friendly, after another couple of weeks of this i asked her if she wanted to come and see my place and have a drink she excepted and that night she came back to my place with me, i cant tell you how excited i was that this stunning girl was coming home with me.At my place we settled down and started to have a. The lady of the house sent Wendy to the stable where the daughter of the Hôtes hosed Wendy down to partly clean clothes and washed away the worst of the mud."Ah, there Is a girl under all that mud," the daughter exclaimed."All my life," said Wendy.And in the way of girls everywhere, they laughed a little, cried a little and became friends.Judged clean enough for the house, the pair returned to the house. A steaming copper and enameled hip bath was sitting on the white kitchen tile. Wendy. "Oookay," she said, "anything any of you feel you ought to be telling me, here?" There were embarrassed grins all round. Finally tall blonde Erica again broke the silence: "Tracy was watching a programme about lesbians..." she began. "Hey, it was Pete's idea!" interjected Tracy. Pete was her husband. Ali rolled her eyes heavenward. "What is it with men and lesbians?" she groaned. "I take it you didn't watch it," said Tracy with a smile. "Mike wanted to. I went to bed. I left downstairs with a.