Wendy s Delivery
Wendy was angry with herself for not dealing with the issue faster. The washing machine had broken down a week ago, the repairman a short balding, smelly piece of useless manhood, was big on promises but delivered nothing apart from frustration and a broken washing machine. She now sat at the kitchen table with a glass of Chardonnay in a loose top and “daisy duke” type jean material shorts and little else as her underwear and a substantial part of her casual ware was waiting for the delivery of...
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