Candace explains herself to no avail

"Well," Candace sat up and wrapped the blanket around herself, and then rubbed the back of her neck with one hand while taking the hot cocoa with the other. "I'm Candace, and I have a very long story. I was flying out from Boston, and I tried to change into a different pair of pants, but then the pants I wanted weren't there and someone stole my pants and I guess my shoes."

"Go on..." the man sipped his hot chocolate with interest in this long-winded story.

"And then I went on the plane in just my shirt and underwear, and then my underwear got caught on the seat and ripped off, and then the bathroom sink sprayed my shirt wet and so I had to get naked," Candace repeated with increasing exasperation as she had little desire to relive the humiliations of the day. Unbeknownst to her, however, the blanket had already slid down to her lap, exposing both of her breasts to the man as she continued to savor the hot chocolate he had given her.

"So you didn't get dressed after flying from Boston?" the man asked.

"My bag broke, and then the airport didn't have anything, and then my phone died," Candace listed off the events with decreasing persuasiveness.

"Okay, Candace. That's all a nice story, but I think I know what's really going on here," the man started, "You took some **** - maybe molly, maybe meth, I don't know - and then you got hot and took all your clothes off. Then you ran around naked before crashing out, and now you knocked on my door without anything on you." Those last four words stung at Candace.

"No, I don't do ****!" Candace insisted. "Trust me, I wish I had..."

"Then where's your bag? Where's your phone? Where's your anything?" the man questioned her. "You just showed up here with your naked body and nothing else." Candace really wished the man would stop emphasizing that point.

"I don't do any of that, I promise!" Candace finished her hot chocolate and stood up, letting the blanket fall to the floor and leaving her naked once again, "Can you please help me?"

"No, I can't," the man also stood up, "I can't have word going around your tweaker friends that I'm some sort of druggie shelter. You need to get out of my house," as he gestured her towards the door.