After my husband Virgil told me just what sort of business he was up to on that business trip he'd taken I decided that I needed to wash that man right out of my jeans.So I jumped in the car and took a trip to a local laundromat.At closing time.And that's where I met my tattooed stranger, and if you want to what we got up to (and who was watching us get up to it) well, you're just going to read this for yourself.Because believe you me - it gets steamy at the laundromat.