"Dr Dan's laundry fetish is very strange." Obviously not the strangest one I've encountered over the years, but still. I wonder if he gets a boner if he walks by a laundromat.

"Do you own one of those boards that helps you fold tshirts perfectly or do you just do it?" I ask, my curiosity surprisingly genuine this time.

As much as it pains me to pull away, I turn, back to him. Reaching around, I firmly grasp his waist, drawing him forward as I roll my own hips backwards against him in a silent plea.