I try to get

I scrambled out of bed right into her room. As expected it was a total mess. Some things don’t change do they sis?

I stood around trying to think what I could do. She had a small desk crowded with makeup, lotions, perfumes and god knows what else. Maybe I could grab some of this stuff, say I threw it in the trash? No that’s lame.

I spotted her laptop on her bed. Probably password protected. I don’t think I have time to see if I can get in.

_Wait she might be working tomorrow. _I started rummaging around a pile of her clothes until I found her uniform. This is it!

Naomi was a waitress in one of those chain restaurants where the servers dress up in skimpy outfits. She got into college, but dropped out junior year. My first job was making six figures and here she was flirting with old creeps for tips. She keeps calling me a loser, it’s time she learned who the loser was.

I managed to find a couple of her uniforms and bundled them into my arms. _I’ll hide these, she won’t realize until it’s too late. _I rushed over to the closet to check for more. None were hanging up, but there was a small pile of clothes near her shoes. I dropped to my knees to start looking through it, but as soon as I did a horrible stench struck my nostrils. I almost gagged.

_What the hell is that? _I looked down and saw I was leaning right over a pair of sneakers. Clean on the outside, but they smelled horrible. The colors matched her uniform. I picked one of them up thinking they could be a part of the outfit.

To this day I don’t know what possessed me to do it, but out of some morbid curiosity I picked up one of those sneakers and put it up to my nose. Even a short sniff caused me to nearly retch.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING YOU LITTLE FUCKING PERVERT.” I froze in place. Naomi was back.