At home

It was the end of a hot summer day and after spending all day in a heavy black dress and veil, it felt so good for Lydia to take off all her clothes and jump into the shower. The water that rained down upon her nude body was just short of being ice-cold. After all, it was hot outside and while Lydia was not one of those girly girls who freaked out at the slightest hint of sweat, it felt so good to wash all the dirt and grime off her sweat-laden body.

She even found time to aim the shower nozzle in a special way so that the water would hit that special spot between her legs that only Lydia and her gynecologist had ever touched.

But alas, the time Lydia could spend in the shower was not unlimited and she knew that if she stayed in the shower much longer, her step-mom Delia would start knocking on the door and asking -- no, telling -- her to hurry up and get out. And if Lydia tried to ignore Delia, Delia would probably do what she did the last time Lydia ignored Delia's command to cease showering -- burst into the bathroom and personally drag Lydia's naked body out of the shower stall.

So she reluctantly shut off the water and exited the shower stall. Only to find that the towel rack was barren of towels.

That's funny, Lydia thought. I could swear there was a towel right there when I first got into the shower.

Then Lydia looked around the bathroom and noticed that all the towels were gone. And worse yet, so were her clothes.