Finding something to cover up with.

Lauren was in a pinch now. Not only was April and her friends having a party in the house she was supposed to watch over, she was left with only a small dish towel after her shower.

She nervously looked around the bathroom. Her wet clothes were nowhere to be seen. April must have taken them. Apparently, she must have taken any normal towels as well, considering all the towel racks were empty. Lauren checked the laundry basket, even the drier, but nothing. The bathroom was literally void of anything she could wrap around herself, let alone dry herself with. Obviously, April made sure there's nothing left. No point trying to call for her aid.

Lauren dried with the dish towel as best as she could. Her hair was still dripping wet, and her body was still glistening, but she was mostly dry. Well, drier. Now the time has come for her to leave the bathroom. Yeah, like it wasn't horrible enough to walk around a house full of young adults without a stitch of clothing... But she was in the upstairs bathroom. Most of the others were downstairs or by the pool. If she could sneak into one of the bedrooms upstairs, she should be able to find something to wear. Yeah, there were three bedrooms. April's, her parents' and the guestroom.

She listened through the door. No sound. She opened the door slightly ajar and peeked out. Nobody in the hallway. The coast was clear. She nervously stepped outside, the dripping dish towel held between her legs and her other hand covering her nipples. Most of the voices came from downstairs. If April expected her to walk down there like this, she was in for a surprise. She was gonna give her a piece of her mind once she got dressed. Oh, soon she was gonna be sorry she'd ever tried to disobey her.

She reached the Perrys' bedroom. Locked. Damn it! Who locks their bedroom? Did they lock it to prevent her from stealing anything valuable? Nah, they were always eating out of her hand whenever they met. They loved her. As did everyone else in town. Well... at least everyone else whose opinion mattered. Nobody cared about April and her loser friends. She carefully turned a corner and reached April's room. Locked. Damn that girl! What was she hiding in there? Whatever. Lauren reached the guestroom. Locked. Son of a... April must have locked all the rooms on purpose. Damn, and that music was getting louder and louder. Who the hell did those damn kids think they were?

Lauren thought about busting in one of the doors, like they did in movies. But she was a small woman. And those movies were dumb, anyway. She would probably only draw attention from downstairs with the noise. Maybe even injure herself. No, it was either go down or back into the bathroom. But hiding in the bathroom achieved nothing. Nobody was going to bring her clothes, and she couldn't just barricade herself there until the Perrys returned. She had to go downstairs. She would grab the first piece of clothing she could find there. Sounded like a plan.

She nervously peeked down the stairs. Nobody seemed to be nearby. Most noises were still coming from outside the pool. And that music was even louder now. She crawled on all fours to peek forward as she moved ever slowly down the stairs. Her small butt was pointing towards the ceiling. At least this way she could spot anyone approaching and bolt back into the bathroom before she was seen. It seemed nobody was in the house. They must have forgotten about her by now. After all, they'd been drinking. Yes. The coast was clear.

She immediately looked for something to cover herself with. No luck. Her coat was removed from the hanger. The wardrobes were empty. There wasn't even a tablecloth or sheets around. Damn April! She must have planned this. She reached one of the back windows and peeked out carefully. There they were. The 18 year old little drunkards were still having a blast in and around the pool. With the loud music. They didn't seem to care about what was inside. And there she was. April. Lounging on a big pile of coats and sheets, with a smug look on her face. Having a blast chatting with one of jocks. Damn that little brat. And her perfect body. How could someone younger then her look so good?

Lauren boiled with rage. April must have expected her to go out there naked and submit to her authority. Never! She had one flaw in her plan. Lauren's purse was still inside. With her car keys. She had some clothes in the truck of her car. Nothing fancy, but enough to become decent again. She would have to go outside though, but at least all the damn kids were at the back. And the neighbourhood was relatively calm. No traffic or visitors. If she could make it downstairs without getting caught, she would be damned if she couldn't reach her car without being seen. Very soon, April would be so dead.

With her purse in hand, she walked towards the front door. Yep, she still had her keys. April never thought of that. She is too much of a brat to even think of having a car. And probably too dumb to get her license. Lauren opened the front door and peeked her head out. What she saw, took her breath away.

Two police officers were standing mere feet away from the door, ready to knock, with the flashing lights of a police car behind them. There she was, still glistening from her shower, her wet hair dripping on the floor. BUCK ASS NAKED, with only a door between her and the two officers. They were looking her dead in the eyes with a serious look on their faces. With the loud music coming from the back of the house...