Buford came into his house and found Eunice, soaking wet. His towels, bed linens and his clothes dripping from the shower rod of his bathroom and her bathroom.
He got out a towel, made her dry herself, even though he was enjoying the sight of her eighteen year old breasts in the sodden tee shirt and helped her gather all the clothes.
"Oh! It's like a Maytag!" Ooni had gasped when he pulled her into the garage and showed her the washing machine and the dryer.
"Yeah, in fact..." Buford had said and showed her the 'Maytag' label.
His linens were changed daily, his towels and his clothes from the day before were washed daily. His breakfasts were enormous and his dinners were gluttonous.
And she kissed him before he left for work in the morning, a tender kiss directly on his lips. And kiss
