Jennifer flees the scene

"You all suck!" Jennifer snarls, as she hoists her leggings back up for a second time and then stalks from the room.

"Yikes. What a party pooper." Rayne comments after she's out of earshot.

"Maybe I overdid it." You say thoughtfully, feigning regret.

"Don't worry about her, John. She'll get over herself soon enough." Pamela reassures you.

"You know, some of your past pranks haven't been my favorite, but sometimes they end up being a masterpiece." Kayla says to you.

"He's a prank artist!" Brian says gleefully. "I just hope it's not me you prank next, bro, haha."

The rest of breakfast passes jovially. Your housemates reaffirm that they think it's hilarious that they've all seen Jennifer's snatch, and how embarrassed she must be that they now all know that she keeps it shaved all bare down there.

Then, they hear Jennifer stomping down the stairs, still clearly furious, and instead of turning left into the kitchen, she goes right into the bathroom, where she closes and locks the door behind her. You all hear the sound of the shower starting to run.

"She's cutting it fine, taking a shower now. Only 15 minutes until the bus to campus." Pamela observes.

That gives you a new idea. One that can test just how much the universe is now on your side.

"Brian. I have a great idea. Quick, grab me your screwdriver set." You tell him.

"On it." He says, grinning ear to ear, apparently totally onboard for whatever further mischief you have planned.

While he's getting that, you speak to the other girls.

"All of you get ready to leave for classes, and then make sure to lock your bedroom doors from the outside, and then meet me back here." You instruct.

Giggling, they nod, and head off to fix their hair and grab their bags.

While they're gone, you get to work setting up your expensive digital camera on a tripod in the kitchen, facing the door to the stairway... And the bathroom.

Next, when Brian returns with his tools, you head up to Jennifer's room, and unscrew her doorknob, so that it isn't able to unlatch. Until a screwdriver is used to fix it, her room is completely inaccessible.

Next, you reconvene with everyone in the kitchen, and then take the cooking oil and washing up liquid bottles and liberally coat the floor at the entrance to the kitchen in a double helping of slippery fluids.

You take the couch cushions and prop them up against the far wall of the kitchen, at the end of your makeshift slip-and-slide.

Finally, you carefully step over the slipper part of the kitchen floor, and use the screwdriver to unlock the bathroom from the outside. Carefully, stealthily, you turn the handle and open the door. Inside the steamy bathroom, Jennifer's towel and the clothes she's planning to wear - thong, bra, thin white vest top and short black miniskirt - are neatly folded on top of the toilet lid.

Oh, this is too perfect.

You sneak across to her clothes and grab them, along with her towel.

It's at this point that she notices you.

"EEK! JOHN! GET OUT!"

"Right you are." You chuckle, as you run out of the bathroom, along with all the items capable of protecting her modesty that were in the bathroom.

"GIVE THOSE BACK! JOHN!" She shrieks, stepping out of the shower, covering her tits and pussy with her hands, and chasing after you.

You enter the kitchen where the others are waiting, delicately hopping over the slippery floor, and moving to the side. A second later, Jennifer comes in, naked as the day she was born, and steps on the part of the kitchen floor covered in oil and washing up liquid. She immediately goes flying, her hands instinctively falling to the ground to break her fall, exposing all her goods to the room. Your camera captures her shame in 120 high definition frames per second.

Her hands and butt hit the ground but she keeps sliding. The room erupts into laughter as she flies past your camera and into the cushions against the far wall, collapsed in an awkward, wet, naked heap.

The others all run for the front door.

"See you outside, Jen!" Rayne giggles. "Remember, the bus is only a few minutes away!"

A moment later, and it's only you and Jennifer left in the house. You are standing next to the sink, which is full of water. You are holding her bra and thong, dangling them over the water threateningly.

Jennifer pulls herself to her feet, and once again begins covering her private bits with her arms and hands. She looks absolutely frothing with fury.

"Don't." She warns you.

"Admit that my pranks are funny." You command.

Her eyes flicker to her underwear, hovering over the water.

She knows she has plenty of spares just upstairs in her room. What she doesn't know, is that she won't be able to get into her room until you fix her door handle.

"Burn in hell." She spits.

"I was kind of hoping you'd be like that." You admit.

"Don't you dare." Jennifer warns.

"Oops." You say as you drop her underwear into the kitchen sink, where they instantly become soaking wet and unwearable.

You grab your digital camerd snap one more photo of her incensed facial expression and awkward hand placements, for good measure.

"See you at the bus stop." You say happily to the stunned young woman, as you hop back over the slippery mess on the floor and head out the door.

You don't see what happens next, but you know how it goes in your mind. Jennifer heads upstairs to get some new dry underwear, but discovers what you've done to your door. Then she tries to borrow some from a housemate, but everyone's door is locked.

The only items of clothing she has available to wear are that thin white vest top and the black miniskirt, with no bra, and no panties.

She could call in sick, but she's got a very important group meeting today which could end up concluding with some very poor decisions if she's not there to influence the discussion.

4 minutes later, just before the bus is due, Jennifer arrives at the bus stop, a scowl on her face, and two very prominent bumps visible through her thin white top.