>>1986931(2/5)
I was positioned with jackie at the end of the laundromat opposite of the main entrance, row seven of ten. My clothes were finished in a washer at row 4, not hard to obtain if not for the woman who entered the establishment right in the middle of our filming. The good news was that while I chose a unit close to the back wall for security, she chose one on the opposite side close to the entrance for convenience. The bad news was that these two units were on opposite ends of the same row. As I sidled low along the back wall, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was going to be seen unless Jackie did something. I rested my bare back momentarily against far end of the washer that had my modesty closed neatly within it, and peeked around.
Before me, at the end of a coverless low hallway made from machines, was a woman in her late twenties leaning against her washer and idly reading a book. Unless something caught her attention, I could for sure sneak around to the front of my unit unnoticed. When I opened the door, however, she would be look my way unless something else had caught her attention.
That's when I saw Jackie casually walk out and start doing her thing.
"Hey there, how are you today?"
