Against her better judgment, Nancy found herself back at the seedy laundromat, wearing her tight shorts and t-shirt again. She had also added a pair of tall, strappy espadrilles to the ensemble to try to tart herself up a bit more. She knew it was a million to one shot on the same drunk being there again, but she really needed another twenty dollar bill, at least. Who knew who might show up? She took a cheesy romance novel out of her purse and read for two hours, waiting, but nobody came in to offer her any money to watch them jerk off. .....