No, and they wouldn't have been, but...

Unfortunately, the only item with reach is a sheer white t-shirt - it's long enough that you wonder if it's one of Jacob's tighter numbers- but with no time to waste you pull it up, knowing you can get it on quickly and almost anything you have would go with it.

You spot a skirt, but you've no sooner pulled the shirt on then your landlord comes over and starts moving your other clothes out of the way.

"I'm not done-"

"Sorry, we have to start now and we need to clear a path for Jerry to bring the door in."

You start to protest, as there's several other paths he could take that wouldn't involve traveling straight through your clothes pile, but seeing Jerry's lecherous gaze makes you pull the shirt down a bit, it's wide collar allowing it to hang off of your shoulder so that it almost covers your ass while you're standing still, wanting to stay decent while you make your argument.

In the space that it takes for you to do that, however, your landlord has moved your clothes 'far enough' out of the way and grabs your arm, pulling you towards the couch as Jerry works at unhooking the old door.

"We need to give him space to work." He sits on the one chair in your place and pats his knee. "Come, sit with me."

You glare at him, taken aback by his boldness until you see his eyes unabashedly taking in your body underneath the thin shirt, and you shiver unexpectedly, trying to think of a way to keep away from him while so barely covered.

"A water would be lovely." He asks and you oblige him, **** to stall as long as possible until he and Jerry are done with the door. With ginger movements you walk into your small kitchenette area, your shirt riding up above your ass (noticed by Jerry and Smith) as you reach to a high shelf for a glass, and you quickly fill it with water.

As you walk over to Smith carefully, uselessly trying to not let the shirt ride up so much when you walk, you don't see Jerry walking behind you, distracted by the view of your ass as you bend over slightly to hand the water over....