Once back inside, I hid the devices inside the closet containing the cleaning supplies. I could not have it in my room until I had a safe place to hid... it. It took me more than a week to figure that out, but the final result was better I had imagined. If I pulled away one of the sockets on the wall, there was enough space for both the phone and the charger. With just some small creativity, I would be able to keep the phone on the charger when I was not using it. Now the only problem would be. My wife, Samantha, was great company, but, if truth be told, a bit of abimbo. She did not understand films like "The Lake House" which involvetime travel and asked at the end if it was a true story! That said whenshe wears a skirt the world pays attention and her skirts often have theeffect of turning the men around her into idiots as they forget basicthings like how to drive a car or when to use the horn.Also, Samantha, considered romantic films like "One day" intellectualbecause they were. Then she put on her sexy red lace bra and matching panties. Her breasts looked bigger somehow in this bra, which she supposed wasn’t a bad thing. She added the thigh high sheer black stockings with the lacy tops. She loved that she didn’t need a garter to hold them up as she liked the look these created.Next she pulled on the charcoal gray pencil skirt and took a look in her full-length mirror. She had to admit, it made her ass look amazing and was totally worth paying full price for.Finally,. ” I mumbled, praying she’d not spotted me anywhere near Alka bhabhi’s house yesterday night, or Kalpana aunty’s house the night before.“Hmm...” she grunted, looking at me closely, as is scrutinizing me, her lips drawn taut across her tantalizing sexy milky white face. Seeing me standing there like a chastised schoolboy, her expression relaxed.Coming closer to me, she placed her hand on my chest, and said “Arre, beta ... your aunty gets worried, ... your mother called me yesterday night since.