Shifting slightly, Daisy feels her hardening nips rubbing against the fabric of her bra.  Not wanting to create a scene in the middle of such a busy day, she stands and starts moving towards the washer with her clothes.  She keeps her eyes on Trouble's, letting her shoulders relax forward a little, reducing the press of her shirt against her chest,<strong><em>"a little bit of this and that... long walks, movies, dancing, music concerts, and some... games..."</em></strong><br/><br/>Her wash finished, she begins pulling it out and loading it into the basket...