Geez, I almost forgot the most important person – Mabel! She cooked our excellent gourmet meals everyday – it was all I could do to keep from gett...ing fat.I complete morning PT and yoga with the team that is here. It is funny as hell watching Maria trying to perform some of the asanas (yoga poses). She wasn't skinny before she got pregnant and now – well she was big, really big. I shower, grab a quick breakfast and head to the hidden command center.I walk into the basement storage room, move up. ‘Okay, that went swell.’ I muttered to myself, realizing it could have been worse. I could have opened my mouth, for one Goddamn thing! I realized I had nothing prepared to say to this chick, this singer, this pale young thing with the foggy voice. Like what? Like, ‘Gee, you sure do sing purty.’? Like this was my plan? Better I should shut-up. So, I guess the moon had given me its fill for the night. Hell, I heard some good jazz, I wrote a few lyrics, I saw some nice cleavage, I got inspired, I. She said it was too crowded on weekends to get naked. He asked her if she enjoyed being naked and she said that she did, but it was always better if there was someone around who could enjoy her showing off. He promptly informed her that they were definitely enjoying the show and that she had great tits. She grinned at their remarks as she squeezed her tits, then informed them that usually she didn't wear anything at all while she was down there. That way she could take a dip in the water. “What happened?” He sounded confused. “I’m sorry, sir.” Suddenly she could barely speak. “I tripped. There was a puddle...” He stepped away from the door, pulled up the plastic, and held the shirts up to the light coming in from the big windows on the far side of the loft. “You got every one of them wet? And dirty?” “I’m sorry,” she said again. He went through each shirt, and she could feel the tension growing. Disgusted, he dropped the shirts on the chair near the door and turned to her. .