Delaney's usual cheerfulness was completely absent today. It was probably the worst day she'd had since she'd come to the house, even worse than when she'd walked in on Trix about to bang Chris. And it took a lot to top that.
She would never leave her door unlocked again after returning to her room the evening before and finding that some creep had taken all of her panties. That was some expensive shit, too, because Delaney didn't buy any Wal-Mart brand granny panties. No, it was top of the line, Victoria's Secret all the way. And as if that hadn't been bad enough, this morning she'd awakened in her locked room to find that all of her clothes that made her look even remotely attractive, her makeup and her jewelry were gone. Thanks, scientists.
And Chris was gone, along with quite a few of the other housemates. No explanation, no nothing.
"Lame," she muttered to herself as she headed down to the kitchen, dressed in a seafoam-green t-shirt and jeans, and to make matters even worse? They weren't even the ones that made her butt look cute. There was no justice left in the world. Delaney padded into the kitchen looking sulky, heaving a heavy sigh. Clearly, there'd be nothing tasty in here either, although she heard somebody rummaging in the walk-in pantry. Stalking over there, she asked, "Any Ho-Hos yet, or are we still totally shit out of luck?"