She tries to get a few more clothes, but gets seen yet again

Mackenzie made it upstairs and dropped her broken tank top and shorts on the floor before aiming the beam of light into her bedroom doorway. She had some safety pins and string in her desk, figuring she could at least give repairing her clothes a shot. But, despite the near pitch-darkness of the world around her, the redhead still felt apprehensive about venturing into the room wearing nothing but a thong. She knew no one could see her, especially with the power out, but she just couldn't help but feel more **** given her nearly nude state.

Then a memory hit her. A towel! Most of them were down in the basement with everything else, but Mackenzie had purposefully set aside one bath towel that morning. She typically showered after getting home from a long day at her shop, and right now that towel could be a huge asset! Mackenzie swiftly walked the few feet over to her bathroom and raised the flashlight. The towel rack next to her shower was mockingly empty. That was when a second memory hit her.

Earlier that morning, while Mackenzie was getting herself ready to head to work, she'd knocked over the bottle of mouthwash while standing at the sink. It had spilled all over the prepared bath towel, so Mackenzie had added it to the last load of laundry to cart downstairs before she left. And she had... forgotten to replace the towel afterwards.

The redhead sighed and tried to rationalize her worries away. Her desk was mostly out of sight of the window anyway, so even if someone was somehow looking in at her, well, they wouldn't really see anything anyway! With that thought bolstering her confidence, Mackenzie made her way back to her bedroom... and quickly darted in, letting the flashlight illuminate her desk.

Mackenzie slid up close to the desk, successfully ducking out of sight of the window. She glanced at Alex's window next door, and for just a split second she thought she could see a faint glow of light from inside. But then she blinked and let her eyes adjust slightly, and found that his room seemed as dark as the rest of his house. The thong-clad girl breathed a sigh of relief. She was just being silly, she knew. Shaking her head slightly at her own delusions, Mackenzie opened her desk drawer and began looking around for the supplies.

Alex had turned his flashlight off as quickly as he could. He wasn't sure if he'd been spotted by Mackenzie or not, but after a few moments he could see that her flashlight was moving again, so he figured he was in the clear. He couldn't see Mackenzie at all when she was in that part of the room, but he could see the extra light spilling from her flashlight. It slowly moved and darted around, meaning she was likely looking for something in her desk. Alex's mind, however, was more preoccupied with what he had just seen (or thought he had seen) as Mackenzie entered the room. She had been only been visible for a moment, and his eyes might have been playing tricks on him in the dark, but... Mackenzie had looked like she was still naked! Or very nearly so, at least...

Just what is she up to? Alex thought. I hope she isn't hurt or in trouble or anything... She's clearly got a flashlight, so she should be fine getting around her house for the time being at least. But still, why hasn't she gotten dressed?

Alex glanced over at his phone, feeling tempted to text Mackenzie. Just to make sure everything was fine! With the power out and all, that would be a fairly normal thing to do, right?

Mackenzie pulled everything she needed from the desk and exited the room, carefully placing the scissors, string, and safety pin container on her pile of broken clothes in the hall. The next logical step was to take everything back downstairs and begin attempting to repair the two items of clothing. But Mackenzie's mind couldn't help but wander back to the earlier part of her day. Each and every time she had tried to repair her jumpsuit, her attempts had failed somehow. And things had only gotten worse...

Mackenzie looked back into the room where she knew her dresser to be. Maybe, just to be on the safe side, she'd try to find a few spare things to wear in her dresser. She knew there wasn't very much left in there, but Mackenzie hoped there were at least a few things she could still wear upstairs.

Plus, she reasoned as she turned the flashlight off, if I turn this off too, then even someone looking in the window wouldn't be able to see me, right?

With her confidence slightly boosted from that logic (and by the **** beginning to hit her system) Mackenzie slowly crept back into her darkened bedroom. She even went so far as to close her eyes, knowing her bedroom layout by heart. As she felt the wood of her dresser where she expected it, Mackenzie began opening drawers, searching for something else to wear.

Her fingers blindly slid through the mostly empty drawer. She felt fabric, but then felt the sticky note attached to it. No good. That item had been broken in some way or another likely wasn't viable to wear. Her previously applied sticky note was proof of that. Beside it lay another piece of cloth, likewise with attached paper. And the rest of the drawer was empty. Undeterred, Mackenzie started feeling her way through the next drawer, then the next. A depressing number of times she felt her hopes rise when her fingers found something... only for that hope to immediately come crashing down when she felt her self-attached note.

On the one hand, her little system for keeping track of previously damaged clothes was certainly coming handy now. But on the other... just how many unusable clothes were in this damn dresser?! Mackenzie had started this casual system years ago and hadn't closely tracked how many damaged clothes were around at any given time or anything. But, she swore, it felt like there were more ruined clothes than there used to be! Was her clumsiness... getting worse? And taking a heavier and heavier toll on her wardrobe? That couldn't be true, surely!

Alex stared as hard as he could into Mackenzie's darkened window. He hadn't seen signs of her flashlight in a few minutes now, but he felt he could just barely make out... something. Movement maybe? Right in front of Mackenzie's dresser. Was she... standing there in the dark? Right now?

There is... one way to find out... he thought, eyes once again flicking over to where he knew the night vision goggles still sat. He was a bit surprised to notice that his fingers were already resting atop them.

No! What am I thinking?! That's totally not right. No way. I can't do that...

But his fingers still didn't move from the goggles...

Finally, crouching down in front of her bottom drawer, Mackenzie's blind searching rewarded her with two usable garments. Two whole pieces of clothing. She couldn't help but feel even more nervous than she'd been before beginning her search. She had no idea just how few of her clothes she'd kept upstairs! Even her closet had been emptied completely, even of its clean clothes. They'd been taken down to the basement along with everything else. Mackenzie had been planning a complete overhaul of her entire wardrobe organization, and she'd figured having everything in one place would help make sure she didn't miss anything. Now, knowing she had virtually nothing left to wear, Mackenzie couldn't help but feel a little bit trapped.

"I-it's fine," she said aloud, "once I get that basement door off its hinges then my problems are all solved anyway."

Mackenzie quickly stood back up, eager to get back downstairs and examine her newfound spoils, meager as they were. Unfortunately, in the darkness the hapless redhead hadn't noticed that the side of her thong had gotten caught on the bottom corner of her drawer. And in her haste to stand back up, Mackenzie suddenly found the trapped thong pulling taut, and then whisking itself down her legs. She gasped in surprise, finding herself in an all too familiar situation. With her thong trapping her ankles once again and her balance thrown off yet again as well, Mackenzie found herself toppling towards her window all over again.

The differences this time were twofold. First, it was Mackenzie's bare backside that collided with the window, not her front. And secondly, this time her flailing legs finished the job, ripping her thong apart as she stumbled. As she lay against the cold glass, Mackenzie couldn't help but feel her frustration bubbling up again. It might not have been much, but that thong had been Mackenzie's very last pair of available underwear! However she spent the rest of her afternoon, Mackenzie was going to be doing it commando.

Suddenly, Mackenzie's room was lit up clear as day. Just for a moment, then it was plunged back into darkness. And only a moment later, an incredibly loud BOOOM echoed through the house. Mackenzie spun to face the window, noticing how truly fierce the storm outside had become. Another crack of brilliant white lightning lit up the world again, likewise followed by another earth-shatteringly loud crash. Mackenzie couldn't help but feel slightly awed at the power of nature, her predicament momentarily forgotten. But when the third bolt of lightning lit up the outside world, Mackenzie suddenly remembered that it was lighting up her as well!

She crouched down and scooped up her few clothes, which took a few moments in the darkness. Then, prizes gathered, she sprinted out of the room. Even as she did so, the rapidly firing lightning lit everything up one more time.

Alex was flabbergasted. Seeing his crush in all her beautiful naked glory earlier had felt like a miracle. A once in a lifetime occurrence. He hadn't expected to have it happen again just a few minutes later! The lightning had done a truly magnificent job of lighting up the nude beauty across the way from him. First from the back, her curvy ass pressing up against the glass. Second from the front, a look of surprise and embarrassment plastered on her lovely face. Third from the front again, with Mackenzie's distracted gaze staring off into the raging storm. And fourth from the back again, her cheeks bouncing slightly as she retreated from the room. All four images felt burned into Alex's mind, each a snapshot he'd treasure forever.

He wasn't sure what was going on with Mackenzie today, but Alex vowed that he wasn't going to miss a thing, as long as he could help it.