Shelly's goal to have the laundromat all to herself was about to be realized. In her right pocket was a frayed white rag. In her left pocket, she carried a small bottle of chloroform. She was determined and she had what she believed to be a flawless plan. Only and act of God could stop her. Carefully, she placed her clothes in the washer making sure not to do anything to attract any unnecessary attention. Things were going just as she had anticipated. The thuds of the dropping bodies were well covered up by the droning hum of the washer dryers. Then she came to Rick. She'd never seen him before. He was pretty much a skinny geek. But there was something about him that she was incredibly attracted to. Not wanting to deviate, however, she placed the wet rag over Rick's face and just like the others, he dropped to the floor. Hours later, Rick awoke in a strange woman's apartment. He was tied to the bed and the scent of freshly washed laundry filled the air. Shelly was folding clothes in front of him and singing a love song that was popular in the 1940's. She mentioned something about dinner being almost ready. Then, the poodle scampered in. email: [email protected] web: www.michaeloster.com