Fifteen minutes later she was back at the top of the stairs. Her new outfit was very cute too. It was a red skirt which she wore with a white T-shirt ...nd no bra. The shirt was tight and her tits looked like they would burst through the material.I looked closely at those glorious titties when I took a new light reading. She pulled up her skirt without me having to ask and I put my meter next to her black 'merry-widow' pantie-girdle and took another "careful" reading. Her stockings were now black. Not that that is unlikely to happen. The female to male ratio is above six to one and that counts Liam, who is nearly an adult, and my son Kevin who is less just barely a year old. Liam is going to be a concubine for a while, but James is really pushing self defense courses and confidence building exercises. That is what he is calling what he wants the station AI to do if it will create a body for me to work on.Even if it had never been alive I was balking at working on a cadaver. I just didn't. It was near midnight when Iwoke, and I was so tired I briefly considered going to bed, but I couldn'thelp myself. I slipped my keycard into the back pocket of my jeans and slipped out thedoor. I walked to the TV room and read the most recent Newsweek and watched moreof CNN's ridiculous coverage. I walked directly across the lobby, on thetile floor, to the hallway that leads to the pool and spa. Unfortunately,it was after 11PM, the door was locked, and my card would not open it. Iwalked to. So, I was in the hall with my wet chaddi and a towel. I sat down in the hall as the sunlight used to come at that time in our hall from the window. After sometime I stood up and noticed aunty was looking towards me from the corner of her eyes so I turned around and starts drying my body with the towel. In that way, since I was facing the other side, my tight teenage ass was visible to her as my wet white chaddi become almost transparent. Then I hold the two corners of the towel around my body.