"Shit," Alex exhaled, as she was jolted out of sleep.
"You okay," Furlong asked as he woke up.
"I'm fine," she replied.
"Cool," he said slowly going back to sleep.
"What time is it," she asked.
"One," he replied.
"I still need to do laundry," she yawned.
"I'll take you there," he replied.
Alex sat up in the bed and noticed one of her breasts was out of her bra and her panties were on her left ankle.
"You had fun," she laughed.
"I did," he said getting out of bed.
She repositioned her bra and panties and quickly got dressed and they walked outside. He drove her to the laundry mat, which was extremely close to his apartment. He pulled into one of the parking spots and kept the car running.
"How long do you think you'll be," Furlong asked.
"Probably about 90 minutes," Alex replied.
"Cool," he replied, "I'll come grab you then."
"Okay."
Furlong reached forward and kissed her deep on the mouth. Alex kept her eyes open during the entire exchange. She quickly got out of his car and pulled her large sea bag full of clothing out of the trunk. She walked into the laundry mat and dumped her bag on the ground. She pulled out her wallet and put a ten-dollar bill in the change machine. She bought two boxes of powdered detergent and a box of dryer sheets. She split up lights and darks and put them in separate washers. The laundry mat was nearly empty. A Mexican was loading her laundry into the dryer. A homeless looking person was taking his out of the dryer. She quickly put the quarters in the machine and walked towards the front of the facility and sat down on one of the chairs.
"Let's see," she whispered.
She pulled out her phone and against her better judgment texted her brother. He quickly replied with: How have you been? She smiled and wrote him back with: I've been good. R U still in SD? She waited about a minute before her phone vibrated again. She opened the message. It read: Still here. I got a new RV. Wanna cum over?
"Maybe," she whispered before kicking off her skimmer shoes.
Alex looked down at her near perfect feet. She was proud they hadn't been damaged as badly as the other girl's feet. She hadn't really met any guy or girl, for that matter, who had a foot fetish, but she liked the fact that her feet were in good shape. She flexed her toes and pressed them to the ground and lifted her ankles off the floor. She looked over the cracked nail polish and flexed them again. She looked at her phone and wrote another text: Maybe, where U @ in SD?
"Shit," Alex whispered.
Alex reached over and grabbed a copy of a worn issue of Maxim magazine and began to flip through it. She found a spread on Ke$ha and her heart sped up. She flipped through it quickly and read part of her interview. She felt her phone vibrate. She picked it up and read the text. It was from her brother: In Mission Bay. Alex breathed out and wrote a reply: When can I cum over?
She looked at Ke$ha's trashy pictures and smiled. She felt her phone vibrate. She picked it up. Another message from Skyler: Whenever you want. She typed up her reply: Tonight? She waited for a few seconds. He wrote back: Yes. Alex looked down at her feet again and flexed her toes and wrote a reply: give me directions. She waited a few seconds and got a reply with the directions. She knew Furlong would want to fuck again before he took her back to the ship and she'd likely have to take a bus to and from Mission Bay. But she had a long weekend ahead of her and she'd be able to spend the night with her brother. She looked around the laundry mat. The TV was on CNN. She quickly walked up to it and watched it for a few seconds. She walked back to her bag and looked around.
"Fuck," she whispered before looking at her phone.
Alex stepped outside of the laundry mat. She looked out at the small pond next to it. She watched some cars drive by and looked out onto the houses in the distance. She watched a family pile into a car. She exhaled and looked at her phone
"Can I talk to you," the male voice asked Alex.
Alex turned around to see the young Mormon missionary looking at her.
"Um sure," Alex replied.
"I'm Elder Moore from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints," he shot out in one breath.
"I'm Alex," she replied.
"Nice to meet you," he smiled before extending his hand.
"You too," Alex replied as she grasped his hand.
He stood next to her and rambled on about Jesus and his beliefs. Alex was enthralled with his story. She wanted to tell him to fuck off, but she couldn't he was too nice, and cute. He looked in good shape, perfect teeth, blonde hair, and blue eyes. He was perfect. She wanted to reach out and grab his muscular arm and run her hand down it. She wanted to rip off his thin white shirt and feel his bare chest.
"Would you like to know more," he asked.
"Um," Alex stuttered.
"Well," he started.
"Yes," she said in an ecstatic voice.
"When would you want to meet," he asked.
"Uh," she started, "I'm in the Navy. I live on a ship."
"Well," he started, "maybe you could come to us."
"How would that work," she asked.
"You can check out the Mormon Battalion in Old Town," he smiled before reaching into his pocket to give her a business card.
"Thanks," she smiled while taking the card.
"It's a fun tour," he smiled, "you'll like it."
"How about tomorrow at like five," she replied.
"Perfect," he laughed while pulling out a notepad, "could I get your phone number?"
"Yeah," Alex replied.
