A ransack and a text

Derrick had had just enough time to run through the backyard and climb up the walls with four trash bags in hand, opening Jessica's window and landing with a thud into her room. Making sure to lock Jessica's door before she got wise, he immediately got to work, picking up Jessica's wet clothes off the floor and giving them a good sniff before separating them into the jeans, bra, panties, and shirt.

He then went to work on Jessica's dresser, opening the top drawer of underwear, giving some a deep sniff, and placing them in their appropriate bags. He also saw her socks, which he put in the panty bag. Two of his bags secured, he tied them both up and threw them down the window.

Next came Jessica's shirt drawer, whose contents were duly bagged. It was at this moment that Jessica started turning her knob with increasingly-aggressive futility. Looking into Jessica's closet, he saw her sundresses and threw them in the bag as well, which soon got tied and thrown down onto the deck.

Finally were Jessica's bottoms and shoes. Every pair of jeans, capris, joggers, leggings, and hose found themselves in the bag, alongside all of Jessica's heels, flats, boots, and sneakers.

His goal completed, Derrick tied the last bag up and threw it down. At this point, Jessica was getting very ****, and cried out, "wait, please don't take my phone!"

Derrick hadn't planned on taking anything non-textile, but Jessica's plea made him curious. He looked around and saw the iPhone on the bed and opened it up - Jessica was far too trusting to lock it - to look through her stuff. Seeing a text conversation marked "Mom", he mischievously opened it and sent a text.

"Hey Mom, I'm updating my wardrobe. How about you come over and have a look?"

Laughing maniacally, Derrick put the phone back, put his mask on, sprinted to unlock the door, and sprinted back to the window to make his escape, just barely evading the sight of a Jessica barging into her room with the biggest panic.

Clutching the top of the towel to her buxom chest, Jessica opened her underwear drawer to find it completely empty. Sensing that her dresser was lighter than usual, she confirmed her worst fears by opening the others. Dashing towards her closet, she found it bare of even a single clothe. They didn't even leave her a swimsuit! Scanning the rest of the room, she found that everything else was still intact and noticed that her window was still open.

"Hey," she reached her head out with a degree of nervousness, "give me back my clothes, please," before looking down at a terrible sight.