Candy's stuffs go missing

They were not there!

Candy frantically searched every corner of the roof, her heart galloping in her chest. Where was her bathrobe? Where was her bikini? She had left them right here next to the hot tub, hadn't she? She turned in a slow circle, looking under the lounge chairs, inside the cum laden hot tub, behind the potted plants, anywhere they could have been hidden. But there was no sign of them.

She felt a rising panic as she realized her bathrobe and bikini might have been stolen. "Who could have taken them?", she wondered, her mind racing with possibilities. Only Bodie knew she would be up here using the hot tub. Last night it was he who had suggested it to her after all, saying it would be a good place for her to relax her sore body, after tricking her into his room & having his way with her. Had he set her up? Was this his way of getting back at her for rejecting his proposal for further adultreous activities?Her eyes darted around, scanning the area for any signs of movement. The early morning sun cast long shadows across the roof, adding to her sense of unease. She shivered, suddenly feeling very exposed in just the blanket.

Eitherway, she had to find Bodie and either get her key (if he had indeed stolen her robe) or a spare key to her suite. Without it, she wouldn't be able to retrieve her money and get to the pharmacy to buy a morning-after pill before Meat woke up. Plus she couldn't go out in the blanket too. She needed to grab a dress from the that wouldn't tempt any black guys on the street. That would further complicate her already complicated predicament.

Candy quickly made her way down from the roof to the lobby, her heart pounding with each step. She couldn't believe this was happening.

As she reached the lobby, she scanned the area for any sign of Bodie. The early morning sunlight filtered through the blinds on the windows, casting a warm glow over the few pieces of worn out furnitures. Fortunately, the lobby was desolate. But there was no sign of Bodie behind the front desk. Which could mean only one thing - he must be in his room. She bit her lip, trying to decide what to do next. Should she go to his room again looking for him? Did she have any other option?