Blissfully unaware of Trouble's thoughts or appreciative glances, the petite female continues reading.  Head bent for reading, some of her hair migrates over her ear and in front of her eye.  She tucks it behind her ear, but it soom migrates back.  With a slight toss of her head, she sends it back over her shoulder.  After a short while she looks up to check on the washer, then goes back to reading.  Absentmindedly she gathers her hair and brings it forward to hang down her front, the ends outlining the slight outward curve of her left breast.  Every so often, she tears her eyes from the book to glance around the room...