No, you checked with Brad to see if he had done it for you.

I headed over to Brad's cube, stepping in and leaning lightly against the cubicle wall. "Hey, did you happen to turn in that report for me? The one I was printing?"

He glanced up at me from his coffee and almost choked. "Holy shit, Cindy, that dress..."

"I know, it's Kelli's, it's a bit small..." I shrugged at him.

"No, I mean, uh..." His voice went quiet and low. "... it seems to have ridden up a bit?" He gestured politely at my crotch, his eyes looking very pointedly directly at my eyes.

"Oh shit!" I jumped, tugging the dress down as far as I could dare, careful not to pop out the top either. "Fuck, thanks!" I exhaled audibly.

"No, uh, no worries." He grabbed the report off his desk and held it up. "Here you go."