There was a knock at the door and Dave pulled himself away from the TV just long enough to open it.
"Jake, Breanne's here," he called out. Then he turned back to Jake's girlfriend. "I think he's in his room."
She nodded, then walked towards the bedrooms. She checked Jake's room, but he wasn't there. All she saw was a pile of clothes on the floor. Ugh, doesn't Jake ever take care of his dirty laundry? she thought. Then she checked the bathroom across the hall. The door was almost shut, so she had to push it open. But Jake wasn't there either. All she saw was a pink one-piece swimsuit lying on the floor.
She picked it up, feeling the strange texture of the material. "Where did this come from?" she whispered.
