"I put them all in the car"

I piped up, "it's laundry day, remember?"

"B-but... that was very nice of you, but..." Chelsea stumbled over her words as I could hardly suppress a grin, "what about the stuff that was in the bathroom?"

"What stuff?" I continued denying, holding my composure the best I could.

After a few seconds of silence, and both of us trying to avoid eye contact, Chelsea broke.

"Nevermind..." she simply walked around the living room looking for something to cover up with. With no luck there, she stomped back off to the bedrooms to look for cover. I could hear go through each of the rooms, and each of the drawers, in increasing exasperation. With an audible groan, she walked out to the kitchen, and I could hear more rummaging until she came into the living room once again with nothing but a hand towel to cover her crotch.

My eyes bugged out as she grabbed her wallet and keys and headed out the door, her hair still damp and dripping and her ass jiggling on the way out as she slammed the door behind her. Oh boy, I thought, this was going to be fun.