Stolen Clothes (But You Have a Towel)

The nice, hot shower was a welcome relief after sweating and grueling. You were thankful that the work had been finished far earlier than you'd initially expected. Uncle David's fast paced no nonsense schedule was to the point, and well organized to perfection.

As you ran your fingers through your hair, you couldn't help thinking about what had happened at the back door. Aunt Rita had rather adamantly demanded you strip your overalls off, even if it led to you being naked. Then, instead of acting embarrassed or empathetic to your plight, she seemed rather entertained by the situation, carrying a grin that couldn't help but make you concerned.

You stepped out of the shower a few moments later, and wiped yourself down with a towel. You hadn't bothered grabbing clothes from the guest room because you figured you could just wear a towel while you walked across the hall. With the towel securely fastened around your waist, you opened the door, and quickly walked down the hall to the guest bedroom. You opened the door, and where you'd been expecting to see your bag placed atop a nightstand, you instead saw an emptied version of the bag on the floor with no contents except the basic toiletries, laptop, and chargers you'd brought with you. You quickly moved to the small dresser near the left wall, and could tell there were no contents within, indicating that wherever these clothes were, they obviously weren't in your room.

With a frustrated groan, you looked out the window. Aunt Rita was talking to some neighbors outside about something. There was a girl around your own age wearing a pair of cutoff blue jeans, and what looked to be an old shirt from some small community college. She wore her blonde hair in a ponytail atop her head, and rolled her eyes as she listened to Aunt Rita rant about something you couldn't quite hear. The other, older blonde woman wore a blue sundress and a straw hat atop her head, fluttering lightly in the wind as she held one side down with her hand. You didn't really want to walk outside in nothing but a towel in front of Aunt Rita these two neighbors (actually, the idea turned you on just a bit even though you wouldn't admit it), but you still wanted to get some semblance of an answer about where your clothes were.

With a deep breath, you made your way downstairs, and tried to puff your chest out to seem as confident as possible. You opened the back door, immediately garnering the attention of all three persons in the backyard.