We kind of just stared at each other for a bit, but nervous as I was, I ran out to put on the clothes, but realized they were much too small. I went ...back by the bathroom door to tell Layla that she clothes wouldn't fit and she told me to just keep the towel on and just relax on the chair. I was able to move my clothes into the dryer, and went back to the chair to sit, and Layla came back out wearing the same towel, only with wet hair. I admittedly couldn't divert my gaze, and just kind of. As he passes by the first woman, she looks down and says, “Well he’s certainly not my husband”. As he passes the second woman, she also glances downwards and says “He’s not mine either”.Then he passes by the third woman who also checks out his lower parts and says, “Wait a minute ... he’s not even a member of this club!”Let this be a lesson to us all ... if you can figure out which lesson should be to us all!!!! A couple of valuable lessons here... SocratesKeep this in mind the next time you. ”“Glen Cummings! I never told you beans about Glen Cummings!”“Your mother told me, Peg. She didn’t have anything to do with this -- with me going to see Mr. Dow -- but she told me, earlier, about Cummings.”“You and my mother are like a couple of old gossipy women!”“Maybe so. But when we gossip about you, it’s because we both love you, and want the best for you.”Sarah had sat quietly through all of this, but now she spoke in her most conciliatory tone. “Peg, we have a guest. Maybe you’re not. Facing North was a very good thing. It meant she was away on her quarterly business trip, and Master was only forty-five miles away. She showered, and then dried off in the steamy bathroom. A thrill went through her as she stepped into the white lace thong, which she was only allowed to wear in his presence. A garment that could only be removed by his hands. It had been too damn long since she felt his touch. And much too long since she was immersed in his erotic sensual world.The heavy traffic.