Nope.

Rose looked at the ugly scrap of cloth, and put the trash can lid back in it's place. She didn't like giving up her last bit of cover, but at this point, it was garbage now, and it was where it belonged.

Now armed with only her wits, Rose needed to continue towards the party. She had to go a block and a half to get there, and she had to do it completely naked.

Her hands moved and squeezed her intimates, as if it covered them better, and Rose began to move. Her nipples had hardened and poked against her arms, and the hand in charge of guarding the pelvic region detected more warmth. That wasn't all, however. Rose could feel moisture on her hand, but she wasn't ready admit that it was even there, much less why.

She wanted to move quickly into a full on sprint, but knew that could be a bad idea if she caught up to the jogger. How could she even begin to explain her situation? "Don't mind me, just at the wrong end of a prank from the best thief ever?"

Rose kept her pace to just a fast walk. Fast enough to hopefully keep from drawing attention, but slow enough that she was unlikely to catch up to the jogger. She could feel the subtle bounce of both her breasts, and her rear end.

Finally, Rose reached the end of the block. She carefully checked around the intersection, and saw one car approaching. Rose retreated and crouched behind a bush, worrying not only about if the car saw her, but if anyone in the nearby house saw.

The car passed, and turned in the direction of the party. It slowed and joined many other parallel parked cars near where the party was held. Rose was getting close to the party, which was good, but she wasn't sure what to do when she got there. Or who to even ask about all of her stolen things.

Rose held her chest, looked both ways and quickly moved across the street towards the party.

Her friend Azia was the only person she gave a spare key to. She was the only one Rose trusted enough for it. But at the same time, Azia having the key meant she was also the most likely to have had a hand in all of this. Unless someone took the key from her, which Rose would prefer to believe.

As Rose got closer to the house, she could see more parked cars, and was even able to hear music. The party had started, and it was active. Wanting a brief bit of cover, Rose hid behind a mailbox and peeked her head over.

It was a large house. The backyard wasn't fenced off, so one could walk directly to it. The front door was open, and there were some windows on the side.

At this point, it was very likely she was going to be seen. Even though it seemed unavoidable, she still wanted to keep that to a minimum. Rose needed to find her friend first. If Azia had nothing to do with what happened, she would likely help out. And if she WAS the mastermind of this prank, then Rose will have at least fulfilled the requirement of showing up at the party.