She was pushing a shopping cart full of dirty clothes and her baby was in it too. Okxxx I stuck them all in and wound up with a very heavy pocket full of quarters. I said, “You sing very well.”
She replied, “I love that fucking song. It was some sort of scrollwork with barbs or fishhooks at the points. So there I was doing my laundry when a young mother entered. So I took a bunch of quarters out of my pocket and started putting them in her three washers, eight in each machine. She could be a stripper if she wasn’t all ready. That was when she started bucking up at me in what appeared to be a real orgasm…but who knows. There was no elevator.
