Not too much

Quickly you search the broom closet and find a few items of interest. A couple of mops which, minus the heads, could double as spreader bars. Some more rope. A couple of maids aprons and some more cord.

Just then you hear the sound of a phone receiving a message. You look round at your friends mum.

"Was that yours?" you ask knowing it must be as yours is in your pocket.

She opens her mouth to respond, pauses, blushes then lets out an "Arf!"

You laugh at her obedience, "Well, lets find out who's texting you and what they want with your hot ass."

Quickly you cross to the phone and flip it open. As you do you notice that it's a camera phone and smile to yourself. First though, the message.