The lingerie is gone!

Taylor grinned when she left the grocery store. Nobody had even noticed it was her, or at least nobody had bothered her. It made sense. Why would Taylor Swift be visiting a town of less than a thousand people, surrounded by other towns just as small? It would probably be a good idea to buy her own little cabin in several towns, just whenever she needed to escape the pressures of celebrity life.

As soon as Taylor arrived back at the cabin and set all of her groceries in the fridge, she grabbed her guitar and notebook, fully intent on starting to compose an album in this new isolated environment. She strummed a few chords lazily, trying to find inspiration, but gave up after an hour. Her hand trailed under her shirt, touching her bra and feeling the disappointing absence of rubber.

Shaking her head, the singer tried to take her mind off the exciting and embarassing actions of the previous night. After waking up, Taylor had discarded the rubber lingerie, washed it, placed it back on the box, hid it back where she had found it like, and tried her best to forget all about it... but she couldn't. After another few soulless strums, Taylor set aside the guitar and, with a heavy beating heart, walked up the stairs and into her room. Eager and guilty at the same time, she spotted the same box in her closet and snatched it, fully intent on opening it again for her secret, perverted latex treasure.

It was gone.

Taylor's heart dropped, but what worried her was that she didn't know if she was more distraught by the fact that somebody must have intruded upon the cabin and her room, or the fact that her lingerie was gone. Mine? It's not mine. But after wearing them last night, the singer couldn't think of them as anything other than hers. So distraught was she that she almost didn't notice that while her lingerie was no longer in the box, it wasn't empty.

Slowly, Taylor picked up the small white letter that had been placed in the middle of the box. In clear, golden letters was written the following words:

Everything has a price. To recieve something, you must give something in return.

It didn't take long for Taylor to understand, but it did take the entire rest of her day to decide if she wanted to keep playing this little game. After all, it was clear that this place was known to at least someone else, and the last thing she wanted was to have some pictures of her leaked online. How could she trust the person behind all this.

She went to sleep that night more tense than before, eventually waking up again more stressed than she had been back during tours. Unable to sleep again, Taylor looked at the box and the letter and after thinking about it, she finally made her decision.