<em>Ingrid with Morgan, Ingrid's Studio, though we technically didn't leave Morgan's thread. &gt;.&gt; Whoops.</em><br/><br/>Though she didn't know what he did and didn't do while she was in the shower, she really wouldn’t have cared much if he'd stolen a pair of undies, so long as he wore them and thought of her.  Stealing drawers just to jerk off in, well that was kind of hot, too.  She doubted that he would but she'd always found it a bit flattering though a little creepy that someone might want a woman's thong because they found her attractive.  Er… the more that she thought about that as she got dressed, she realized it depended on how hot the guy was and how much she liked him.  Bah.<br/><br/>Lifting a manicured brow when the lights flickered, she pursed her lips and stepped out from behind the screen.  "Yeah, I'm not sure what that was, maybe a fuse?"<br/><br/>She walked over to her purse and pulled out her birth control pills, washing one down with a sip of OJ from the jug.  "Are you smoking?" she asked, turning around, seeing that he wasn't.  "I smell smoke," she said worriedly. "It's getting stronger."<br/><br/>As soon as she'd spoken, a wailing siren pierced the air, the sound that of the fire alarm.  She nodded and grabbed her purse, reaching her hand out to Morgan. "C'mon, let's get out of here."<br/>