The Laundryman
Chelsea had a wry smile on her pretty face as she checked the contents of her smelly carrier bag before leaving home – dirty socks; dirty nylons; dirty shoes, along with some other items of dirty washing. She really enjoyed her regular trips to the local launderette! She checked her beautiful, soft, feminine features in the mirror and brushed her long, blonde hair one last time, before checking the weather outside the window. Still raining! She had better wrap up well; hooded anorak and ankle boots. It was only a short walk to the launderette, but still with plenty of potential for getting soaked if the rain came on heavy. Mind you, it would have to get ridiculously heavy before she would even contemplate cancelling her trip to the launderette, and just wash her dirty clothes at home. And so she headed out. She had an appointment with the laundryman. …………………………………………………………………………………… The ‘laundryman’, or more accurately the ‘male laundry-slave’, for no-one in their right mind could real