Let me set the scene.
We moved into our new apartment around 3 months ago, and theres still a LOT of crap in boxes that we'd like to get sorted out but never get round to.
Im currently stashing my 2 bras, 2 pairs of knickers and two boobies (made from water balloons wrapped in skin colour tights) in a plastic chest, which I hide with candles, many meters of speaker wire, audio selecter boxes, many different audio wires etc, also in the chest, in the box room. On top of the chest, I stack a toolbox and a box of stuff and I have placed an old PC case infront of the chest to make the chest look unused.
Now, yesterday, she re-arranged the room (feng shui anyone?) and we lost our signal on our TV in the bedroom. Then last night we were watching TV and she says she is tired and wanted to watch big bang theory in bed.
I went to get a bath while she tried to get signal on the digi-box in time for BBT. As Im running the bath, I hear a painfully familiar sound of clunk-clunk as the snap-shutters on the chest lid are opened, I bolt it into the box room to find her stood over the chest with the lid open. Knowing I always bury my underwear and boobs under the junk, I callmly walk over to her...
"Im sure we had a signal booster in here" she says,
"Nah baby, we never bought one, this is all my speaker wire and junction boxes, see?" I lifted out the speaker wire and a scart box.
Seeing the scart box, she became convinced we had a booster. I closed the chest, repeating that we didn't have one (we actually dont, but I didnt want the uncomfortable silence as she found my secret stash).
She told me to get out, get a bath and leave her too it.
I bite the bullet and leave for the bathroom.
Clunk-clunk again...
Oh-noes!
I lie there in the bath, I hear the rustling of wires, the movement of plastic, plastic bags crinkling
Then nothing.
A good 60 seconds of silence.
(Im now BRICKING it, working up the courage to face her when she walks in crying, asking why I have these things, I had the reply perfect too "Ive been wearing them when Im alone", I steadied my breathing and waited...)
The lid on the chest closed annd the search for the booster sounded like it was continuing next door.
We watched BBT in bed (used an ariel extension lead in the end), but she never said anything about it, she was quiet though.
This morning before she left for work, she's been great with me, chatty, smiley, lovey... the normal.
I went to check in the chest and one of my boobs and my cleavage bra weren't where I left them... they were practically on top of all the crap in the chest.
She MUST have seen them!!!
So now Im left wondering what's next.
Is she resolving?
Is she repressing?
Is she denying?
Could this prove to be my oportunity to come clean when asked?
51% of me hopes so.
Will keep you posted girls.