Devil and Angel

I stood up and adjusted my shirt, the same one as the last time I did this. An absolute bargain at the shops but much too long for my torso, meaning I have to tuck in what feels like an extra mile of shirt into my trousers. When I'm wearing trousers... For moments like now, it's perfect at covering my crotch, so long as I don't move too much or too fast. Today, and well... since the incident, I've been wearing exclusively tight briefs, if any underwear at all. Today I was wearing a white pair, just a bit too small, to keep the pressure on.

Hmmm

I folded my trousers up neatly and put them into my notes folder. I glanced around the room making sure it was clear, and out of the corner of my eye, I spotted it. A photocopier sat in the corner of the room.

Summoned from the darkest recesses of Hell, and the fluffiest clouds in Heaven, a Devil and an Angel appeared on my shoulders. Two, hot bombshells, imperceptible to me had appeared, each with an agenda.

_Angel: _That is a very baaaad idea, Ren.

_Devil: _Remember, Ren. Skeleton staff. If not now then when?

Five minutes later, I tucked the folder and its contents under my arm and made my way to the exit of the auditorium and cracked open the door.

Here goes... Best check the coast is clear.

A: Go!Go!Go!Go! Hurry! QUICK!

D: Slowly, slowly, It's too good to ruuussh.

Aaannnnd still clear.

Dammit, where is everyone?