It's Rebecca's fault

Rachel finds her voice.

"Rebecca!" she says. "That bitch stole my clothes, fucking tied my hands, and pushed me out here ... like this." You're shocked that Rachel left off that little part about your spying on her in the shower and jizzing all over her naked body. Maybe she feels she deserved that for taking my phone and stealing my pics? you wonder. Or could it possibly be...

"Holy shit," Madison says. "I knew we shouldn't have left her on her own." For some reason, Madison seems not to be pursuing the mystery of the cum coiffure.

"She has my phone and told me I'd get it back with my clothes if she got her clothes and phone back," Rachel continues. You steal a glance at Rebecca who meets your eyes. It's hard to tell in the darkness whether she's feeling concern, fear, or simply satisfaction for having put Rachel in this mortifying situation.

"Cowardly cunt," Madison says. Ouch. Then, "Okay, first thing's first, let's get you out of this towel." Madison tries to untie the towel, but the thin, wet material is stuck. Jillian tries, and so does Shonda, and with every attempt, Rachel's exposed tits jiggle and sway as they yank the knotted cloth this way and that. "Shit. Sorry about that," Madison says.

"So what do we do?" pipes up Candy, who's been quiet, as usual, while watching Rachel's hypnotically gyrating breasts.

"Let's get her back to the locker room," Madison says. "We'll figure it out from there."

"And what about Rebecca? Is she going to find her clothes in the front hallway?" asks Candy.

"How am I supposed to know that?" snaps Madison. "We haven't had a chance to tell her they're there yet."

"Okay, okay," Candy says.

"Guys," says Ariel. "I think I have an idea."

"What is it?" asks Madison.

Ariel looks around dramatically, staring into the very shadows where you're standing. You're pretty sure she can't see you (Wouldn't she say something?), but one of the few things you know about Ariel is that she's pretty strange.

"Not here," Ariel says. "I'll tell you in the locker room."

"Fine," agrees Madison. "Let's go."

The half-dozen cheerleaders, all of them beautiful but only one of them naked, walk back to the locker room. You and Rebecca look at each other, and you realize that during all of this, she actually started holding your hand. Whatever comes next, it looks like you're in it together.