Marigold believes Terri.

Marigold's mouth fell open. She pressed herself against the back wall of the hotel room, unable to make a sound. How had he gotten in? Had she left the door open? What was this strange man, this intruder, even doing in her room?

When Terri stood aside, Marigold realized that the man's thing was out, sticking out from the fly of his jeans. She saw that he was touching it. And she saw, horror clutching her heart, that he had a pair of her panties, her secret panties, wrapped around the shaft of his penis.

Is this my life now? she wondered. Had her decision to... to play with Joy condemned her to a life where perverts followed her around, always touching themselves to her naked body? She didn't want to look at it. It had been less than an hour since Horny Harry had coated her with his seed, and she did not want to risk another incident like that one.

"W-who are you?" Terri stammered, her face going red with rage. "Why are you here?"

"I'm not lying!" the stranger insisted, not answering either of Terri's questions. "I saw her in here! She was looking for your underwear, I swear!" It was pretty hard to believe. After all, he had been caught almost literally red handed, having done himself the exact thing that he had accused Terri of only moments ago.

Why won't he put that thing away? Marigold thought.