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She liberally sprayed her suit, only wondering if the pretreatment che her luck, the cheh the ie weird shaped polka dots

With a resigned sigh, she left the suit on the sink counter and climbed into her bathtub and turned on the shower For the first time all day she felt herself relax She stood beneath the hot spray for severalthe hot water before she applied shampoo to her hair

A loud squeal escaped her as the water pressure suddenly dropped and the water went froly hot in seconds Startled, she jued as shampoo seeped into her eyes

"Oie!" she an to burn and her butt throbbed She wasn’t entirely sure which one bothered her more at the moment, but she knehich one she could fix

Taking a deep breath, she shoved her head under the hot water, silently cursing the loater pressure that was actually pushing an to cool, she thought on a sigh before she squealed again seconds later when the water went ice cold and she was forced to stand up, hoping that would help the still loater pressure rinse her hair out faster

It didn’t

Gasping, she ran her fingers through her long thick hair and tried to hurry the process Minutes later she was ju the bastard next door for not only flushing the toilet, but for taking a shower at the same time as her The least the jerk could have done when he realized that she was also taking a shoait for her to finish

Still gru five rabbed her basket of dirty laundry, a roll of quarters and her daent and headed downstairs Unfortunately she didn’t have a private entrance to the basement so she was forced to balance her basket of laundry while she did her best not to step in one of the dozen or so mud splotches that decorated the hallway floor

She walked to the door at the end of the sht switch for the stairs all while hoping that the jerk hadn’t tracked mud down the stairs, because she really didn’t need to fall on her ass again tonight Zoe sighed in relief when she spotted the clean pine stairs and headed down them to the small laundry room

It wasn’t until she placed her basket on the washing otten her suit She half-debated leaving it for another day, but she didn’t want to take the chance of landing an interview to to wear but jeans

With a tired sigh, she left her basket and headed upstairs At least she had Black Jack’s pizza to comfort her later, she reminded herself