Laundry Day

"Since you seem unable of stirring from your slumber, your mother and I started the laundry after cleaning up that pigsty of a room you have. While the wash is going we will be shopping and running errands all day, so don't expect us to bring you anything to eat for lunch, but we may bring home dinner. Love Dad."

Mila grinned. Mike was still home, and sounds like he was still asleep and unaware of his presence. She then heard the whirring of the washing machine and a germ of an idea crept into her mind. She tossed the pants and underwear she was holding I to the machine before exploring the house to find Mike's room. She didnt have to try too hard as she heard his snores coming from the hallway.

She slowly opened his door and saw what his dad meant by "pigsty". For an overachieving scholar, his room was a mess of books, papers, and dirty dishes. She crept over to his closet and saw only shirts and shorts hung up, and a few pairs of shoes of varying formal and casual looks. She spied a dresser and opened the bottom drawer, finding socks. She assumed the top drawer had underwear and a smile crept onto her face. Opening the drawer, she was again shocked to see it was empty. Then, a grin appeared on her face. She glanced at the sleeping Mike, and saw him sound asleep on his belly. The sheets barely covering his lower half.

She pulled the covers off and saw that he hadn't gotten dressed at all last night, and was still bottomless! Another smile crept on her face as she knew what she must do...