The entire time she watched the driver of the van as he shifted to adjust his cock. Then, with each swipe of a rag and window cleaner, more and more of the grime that had accumulated over the year since Erin’s death was removed from the unbroken windows, allowing the long-trapped sunlight to stream in. It was time to bring order to the chaos that had settled there, much like the disorder that filled Larry’s life. Slowly, Erin inserted a finger, gently moving it in and out, then adding another when she felt him loosen. With each sweep of her arm, each swish of her mop, layers of dust and despair were washed away. The air was thick with the stench of stale beer and unwashed laundry, creating an oppressive atmosphere that weighed heavily on his shoulders. She waited, her every sense heightened, for the slightest indication that he might emerge from the fog that enveloped him. After his climax, she removed the dildo and harness, pulling it down her slender legs.