Out of the corner of my eye I saw Michelle head down the hall to what I figured must have been their bedrooms. I'd expected to see her return, no doub... wearing clothes when she did, but if I'd expected her to do that simply because I happened to be there, I was dead wrong. Michelle came out a few minutes later carrying a book, and promptly sat down at the table joining us, still nude and began reading as Chris and I worked. Even when the pizza guy showed up, Michelle made no effort to cover. . or had been ... just one drawer down in that piece of furniture. I'd kept meaning to get me another small one, so my stuff wouldn't be in her living space. And one for the kids too. But I hadn't gotten around to it yet.I lifted them out, leaving the space they'd been in obviously bare. Then I pushed things around a little so the bare space was gone. Maybe she wouldn't notice right away.I put them in my Liberty Franklin model gun safe.And no, I didn't sniff them, or examine them or wrap a pair. She would call when she was done, then meet them there.They hit the theater like a tornado, anxious to get their jobs done well, but quickly. Angel found signs of the theater's age, and human limitations, but no incipient disasters. The restrooms, concessions, and vents showed clear signs of having gotten the benefits of her earlier reports. She did find a quarter case of expired snacks in one of the store rooms, but learned that a couple of the younger employees had claimed them for an. “I want to see these.”I moved my hands up to my dress straps and pulled down my dress, leaving me in my white bra and boy shorts.“Kick the dress off and spin for me,” he inquired.I did as he asked, slithering the dress off me and slowly spinning, a little self-conscious as I stood there in my underwear while Mike was still fully dressed.“And the bra?” he asked.Gulping, I reached around my back to undo my bra. As I let it slide off me, I cupped my breasts to cover them.Mike smiled and walked.