Embarrassment of the Century Ch. 01

The Embarrassment of the Century --Chapter 1

Preface: This story supersedes the two previous stories titled: (1) The Condo Embarrassment -- Chapter 1 and (2) The Condo Em Chapter 1 -- Edited. Story #1 above was somehow inadvertently published without the last 1/3 of the story. Story #2 above was an attempt to correct #1; however, it has not been published at this point. My attempt to remove story #1 had been unsuccessful. Having said all that, please replace the two above stories with the story below. If you previously read story #1, the last third of the story is now included in the narrative below. I apologize for the confusion. This is just the first of a total of four stories in this series.

Eighteen-year-old Jacob was in the middle of his senior year of high school at a large private Christian school on the west side of Houston. His father was a high-level executive at a large oil and gas company while his mother was a nursing supervisor on the 3-11 PM shift at a nearby hospital. The family attended a large evangelical church about four miles away, where his father was a deacon and his mother taught a women's Sunday school class. To say the least, this was a very socially conservative family that attended church every Sunday and occasionally on Wednesday nights. They lived in a large 5-bedroom, 3 1/2 bath house in a heavily wooded exclusive neighborhood. Jacob's father had invested his investments very wisely over the past twenty years in stocks, bonds, mutual funds, and real estate. His parents owned an upscale 3-bedroom, 3-bath condominium located only about a mile from their house. The condo had been occupied through August, but it had now been unoccupied for over 3 1/2 months. His parents were anxious to find a renter because the monthly income derived from the property was substantial.

It was now nearing Christmas when an attractive and voluptuous blond named Adele inquired about the property. She appeared to be in her late 20s with a British accent, and she indicated that she was looking for herself as well as two other young women who would be her roommates. Within a couple of days, Jacob's mother showed the condo to Adele as well as to her other two female friends, Hayley and Samantha. Jacob's mother would describe them as being "very pretty girls." Jacob's parents were enthusiastic about the possibility of potential new tenants. Their enthusiasm waned when they discovered that all three women worked as topless dancers at a nearby high-class strip club. The west side of Houston is unique in that hundreds, if not thousands, of million-dollar homes (if not multi-million) co-exist within a 5- or 6-mile radius very close to 4 or 5 high-end strip clubs--which attract many local (and some not so local) wealthy businessmen. Houston's liberal zoning laws and a lot of horny wealthy Texas men formed this unlikely alliance.

Because of laws banning discrimination, Jacob's parents reluctantly rented the condo to the sexy vixens. As part of the rental agreement, Jacob was enlisted to help move the trio into the condo. Jacob's parents later compensated him with a $100 bill for about 4 hours of work. Once Jacob got an eye on these twenty-somethings at their previous cramped 2-bedroom apartment, he would have most likely helped move them for free. Adele was the oldest at twenty-eight with enormous breasts, deep luminous blue eyes, and shapely legs on her 5'8" frame. Hayley, who was somewhat younger than Adele, could be described very similarly except her hair drifted slightly below her shoulders while Adele's blond tresses fell to her mid-back. Jacob estimated Hayley's height at about 5'6". The third girl was a super cute twenty-one-year-old brunette named Samantha, who had a striking resemblance to Lana Rhoades, a slender brunette porn bombshell with spectacular mid-sized 34B twins, who coincidentally was Jacob's most favorite porn star. Samantha's good looks were punctuated with her blue eyes, pouty lips, and perfectly proportioned breast-to-hip ratio. Although Samantha's melons were smaller than Adele's and Hayley's, they were still spectacularly stunning on her 5'3" frame.

Hayley's hunk of a boyfriend as well as Samantha's father and brother helped with the move, so the move went fast--too fast for Jacob, as he took every available opportunity to take a gander at these incredibly beautiful young women, even though the youngest was at least three years older than him. It was a warm late December day in Houston, so all the girls wore shorts and rather tight T-shirts. He blushed when Samantha winked at him on at least two separate occasions. Jacob was shy and awkward around women; this was in spite of the fact that he was 6' 1" tall and 190 lbs. and very muscular with a six-pack most men only dream about. He was the starting outside linebacker on his football team last fall and was also the starting shooting guard on his basketball team, averaging 12.2 points per game--which was good enough to be the third leading scorer on his team.

As the calendar drifted from January on to February, Jacob could not take his testosterone-driven mind off the sexy babes at his parents' condo. Since their condo was only about a mile away from his house, he began taking "night reconnaissance" bicycle trips by their place. The bicycle was much less conspicuous than a car with headlights--particularly since he was stopping and looking at the condo; he gathered enough courage to move close to the windows on his second foray. Many nights at 8:00 PM the girls were already working at the club; however, sometimes lights were on, but the curtains were all closed. His mother was not a concern because she was usually working her 3-11 PM shift at the hospital, and his father would either be on travel, or he would tell his dad that he was going for a walk when in reality he was using the bike. Having said that, on one or two occasions he did make the trip to their condo on foot. By mid-March, he was venturing out virtually every night, and he garnered recon cataloging their schedules, particularly the nights all of them were working and what time they left.

He discovered that they all worked on Tuesday, Friday, and Saturday nights with all of them leaving between 7:00 and 8:00 PM in separate cars; occasionally they would take one or two cars, but this was the exception rather than the norm. Jacob's target nights were the aforementioned Tuesday, Friday, and Saturday, when all cars would most likely not be parked in the driveway. Jacob was formulating a plan, but it was a somewhat risky plan. His parents had the key to the girls' condo, and he had access to it as well. The spare key was easily located in a drawer in the kitchen in his own house. One afternoon he absconded with the key to Home Depot and made a duplicate. Success is a combination of preparation plus opportunity, and while his preparation was not perfect, a casual observer would probably give him 8 out of 10 points for his prep. In early April he made his move. Around 7:30 PM on a Saturday night he rode his bicycle over to the condo. All three cars were gone, and sunset was not until 8:11 PM, meaning he would still have "usable natural light" until about 8:40 PM.

He hoped the key would open the door; sometimes duplicate keys are not perfect the first time, but the front door opened straight away. He went through the living room and peeked into the kitchen before making his way back to the promised land--their three bedrooms. He first did a brief, cursory inspection of their dresser drawers, handling panties, and then looked in their closets. Jacob then nearly had a heart attack when his smartphone rang. His dad wanted to go to bed early but not before moving about twenty boxes down from the attic. It was still mid-April in Houston, and you do not wish to be venturing into your attic in the summer in Houston unless you are looking for a sauna. Mid-April is warm in the attic at this time of year but still very bearable. Jacob rode his bike home and helped his dad move the boxes back downstairs. They planned to pile the contents of the boxes into three piles: 1. Keep; 2. Give to Friends and Family; 3. Give to the church, or 4, give to Goodwill.

So, this was strike one for Jacob; not much was really accomplished in the first vixen trip. Jacob got in the house and had stayed 15 minutes before the interrupting phone call from his father. This was a setback, albeit a minor one, but Tuesday night was coming quickly. Jacob set out once again around 7:30 on this warm Tuesday evening for his destination. All their cars were gone, and the condo appeared to be empty. During Jacob's preparations for these "unauthorized entrances," he designed a safeguard to minimize the likelihood of him getting caught. His plan was to lock the front door of the condo and begin his exploring in their bedrooms--once again looking through their dresser drawers and handling their panties like some sort of crown jewels. He pulled his shorts and underwear down to relieve his 3/4 full erection... and growing. Just as he was pulling off his shirt, he heard a noise at the front door. After pulling up his pants, he ran into the living room and saw Samantha through the keyhole frustratingly attempting to open the door. Jacob ran out the back patio door and quickly ran behind some bushes as Samantha came around the side of the condo, holding her high heels.

"Oh please, please be open," Samantha cried.

Much to her amazement and surprise, the patio door was unlocked, and she walked right in. Her visit was short as she exited the front door less than three minutes later and drove off in her car; Jacob speculated that she may have forgotten something and then came back for it. If Samantha had rounded the side of the condo perhaps just five or ten seconds earlier, then she could possibly have spotted Jacob scurrying into the nearby bushes. A near miss left Jacob shaken up a bit, and he returned to his own house. Because of the unique design of this door lock, this mishap can occur when a tenant twists a small button or thumb turns on the inside handle into the "permanently locked" position. His parents always showed all the renters this potentially dangerous situation when they signed the lease, but Jacob knew that if he was caught inside again--with this tricky door lock--the girls would become very suspicious. Jacob spent the next several days (in his spare time) assessing his predicament. One more "lockout" could involve calls to his parents or maybe even the police. Jacob then put his excellent tech-savvy/computer skills to work and purchased trackers that he could place on the undercarriage of each of their three cars. The trackers could then be synced to his smartphone, and he would then know each of their locations. There would be no more surprise visits.

Now the problem arises as to when to discreetly place the trackers under their cars. He certainly could not pull this off in broad daylight--as a neighbor, a passing motorist, or a hidden security camera across the street could potentially spot him. Driving to their strip club and installing them there would most likely be even more risky due to the foot traffic and the abundance of security cameras. Jacob's careful analysis led to only one reliable window of opportunity. The strip club closed at 2:00 AM, so the girls would most likely be home by at least 4 or 5 AM (at the latest). Since it was still dark at 5 AM, this would provide Jacob with the best opportunity. Of course, if his parents by some remote possibility discovered that he was not in the house at this time, this would raise a huge red flag.

To minimize this possibility, he chooses a night where his father was out of town on business travel, thus reducing the probability of discovery by 50%. He estimated that the time required from leaving the house to placing the trackers on their cars and returning home (by bicycle) to be about fifty minutes to an hour. He pegged the possibility of his mom not finding him in the house at 5 AM at less than 2%. If by chance she made this discovery, he knew she would immediately call his smartphone. His plan was to simply tell his mom that he could not sleep, and he went for a walk. This was a plausible but somewhat dubious explanation, but in no way would she suspect his real purpose of his 5 AM excursion.

On an early Saturday morning (with his father on an overseas business trip), Jacob set his alarm on his smartphone to 4:50 AM; his room was upstairs and his parents' room was downstairs, so in no way could his mother hear the alarm. Jacob's devious plan was executed seamlessly with one tracker placed under the back bumper of each of their vehicles (a CRV for both Adele and Hayley and a late model 4-door sedan for Samantha, the Lana Rhoades body double). The trip was less time-consuming than anticipated, as he made it back home by 5:35 AM rather than the previously scheduled 6:00 AM.

On the following Tuesday night at approximately 7:45 PM Jacob drove his bicycle to their place. He double-checked his smartphone to see that all three vehicles were already at the club. He spent an hour and fifteen minutes pouring through their photo albums, desk drawers, college transcripts, high school report cards, employee reviews from previous employers, credit reports, shoes, silk scarves (probably his favorite), and of course their lingerie. By way of photo albums as well as photos on the wall, he ascertained whose bedroom belonged to whom. Just like any other eighteen-year-old male, he was obsessed with women's breasts (and bras), and he carefully made a mental note of each girl's bra size: Adele at an enormous 32G, Hayley at 36C, and Samantha at a more modest 34B. For a perspective on Adele's hooters, they are 39% larger than Sydney Sweeney's (breasts), an attractive young movie star with a large following.

As April rolled into May, Jacob visited usually two or sometimes three times a week (one to two hours at a time). He had perused through all their personal belongings but was unable to access Samantha and Hayley's PC or Adele's laptop. Those were password protected. There was hardly a square inch of the condo (other than the kitchen) that Jacob did not explore. He was even bold enough to steal two bras, one pair of panties from each girl, one of Adele's baby doll outfits, and one of Hayley's heathered camis and matching thongs, as well as one of Samantha's sexy stretch lace chemises. Jacob's intention was to return them at some point in time, but he kept pilfering their lingerie. On more than one occasion Jacob got naked on each of their beds, and... how should we say it... he became sexually involved with their lingerie. To say that Jacob had become sexually addicted to their condo (or specific contents therein) was an understatement of grand proportions.

On Friday morning, May 22, Jacob climbed out of bed around 8:30 AM; two days earlier he had completed his final exams, and he was set to graduate on Monday night, May 25th. During the past week, he had been studying for final exams, and he had not visited his condo pleasure nest in over a week. He was looking forward to getting his rocks off tonight, most likely in Samantha's bed this time. The phone soon rang, and Hayley was on the other end of the phone asking for his computer expertise; she indicated that her PC had lost all its icons on the desktop, and she did not know how to retrieve them. As part of his erotic rendezvous with their condo, he had purchased a three-pack of mulberry silk men's panties (red, pink, and green); neither Adele's nor Hayley's nor Samantha's panties would fit him, so he purchased these "men's panties" online, and he always wore those during his nightly visits. He decided to wear these red-colored panties this morning as well. He envisioned that it would be a turn-on for him to talk to Hayley and repair her computer while he was wearing his sexy undergarment. Jacob shaved quickly, added cologne, put on his best sports shirt and shorts, and combed his hair before heading over there in his car.

As the twenty-five-year-old Hayley (5'6", 115 lbs.) let him in the front door, she led him toward the middle of the living room, where Adele motioned for him to stand in the middle of the room in front of the leather sofa and coffee table. All three girls were standing around him as well as another girl in the kitchen that Jacob did not know. Adele was decked out in a rather tight red blouse and a short black skirt. Jacob could not help but notice that she was wearing black 5-inch platform high heels. Flat-footed, she was 5' 8"; now she was eye-to-eye with the 6'1" Jacob. Hayley's attire consisted of a pink tank top and short denim jeans with leopard print open toe mule heels. Samantha's outfit consisted of a light blue satin crew-neck sleeveless blouse with white capri pants and white open-toed high heels. The girl behind the counter in the kitchen was wearing a short blue stretch tee, which was exposing her belly button. Jacob sensed that something was not quite right.

"Where is the computer?" stammered Jacob.

"We do not have a computer problem but let me introduce you to Courtney. She works as a waitress at the club." said Adele.

This was the girl behind the counter. This was another cute twenty-something brunette with a slender build.

"Jacob, we want to show you a video," said Adele.

Hayley turned on the TV and then, much to Jacob's horror, the video showed him entering the foyer of their condo with his own key.

"Could you explain this? asked Adele.

"Ah well, I--ah, the previous tenant had an issue with the A/C, so I just let myself in to check to see if it was running OK."

"So that is the truth; that's all this was--the air conditioning."

"Yea, I apologize for not letting you know beforehand; I should have done that."

Adele motioned for Hayley to continue the video, and soon Jacob realized that the living room had another hidden camera.

"So here you are looking through drawers on the desk and then looking through some of our mail on the coffee table. Can you explain that?"

"Oh, I am so sorry; I guess I was just curious. I was way out of line."

"Well, Jacob, we have a problem here; actually, it is a big problem. Because we did place two cameras in each bedroom, but after seeing your seemingly sexual attraction to our condo, we now have two cameras here in the living room, but there are now three hidden cameras in each of our bedrooms. We originally had two cameras in each of the bedrooms, but after you did some really kinky things in our bed, Hayley's dad forked out another $800 to wire each of the bedrooms with three cameras such that the third camera is focused exclusively on our beds. We wanted to capture all of your nasty sexual thrills." continued Adele. (Note: the girls did not inform Hayley's dad as to an intruder; he was only aware of a potential intruder because of Samnatha's "lock out".)

Jacob let out a big sigh and felt a pit building in his stomach.

"Almost two months ago, one of our neighbors saw someone matching your description who she thought walked in our apartment one evening when we were at the club. We already were suspicious because Samantha locked herself out of the condo but surprisingly found the back patio door open, and this was just two or three days after the neighbor IDed you or somebody that looked like you. We then spent a fortune--well, it was Hayley's dad who spent a fortune--installing all these security cameras, a total of fourteen, including one in each bathroom. I'm not sure why Hayley's dad put one in all three bathrooms, but he is an attorney with a lot of money. Go figure," said Adele.

Jacob was toast; he was burnt toast, and he did not know what to say. Jacob found Adele--with her stern British accent as well as her imposing 6' 1" height in the high heels--absolutely intimidating. Jacob was a big fan of the 1990s sitcom Seinfeld, and he had a quick flashback to an exchange between George and Jerry when George did not want Elaine to find out about something.

"So, what is the big deal? I don't get it," said Jerry.

"I'm kind of scared of her," replied George.

"You're scared of Elaine?" asked Jerry.

Yes, yes, I'm scared of Elaine; there I said it," said George.

Unfortunately for Jacob, Elaine was a somewhat small 5'4" brunette, while Adele was this towering late-twenties Amazon woman with this scary British accent--who also was the hottest girl he had seen in his entire life (well, maybe excluding porn).

"We already called the police after you agreed to come over," said Hayley.

"No, no, no, you can't, you just can't.... Please, you don't have to do this. We can work this out," pleaded Jacob.

Jacob's hands were shaking, his voice quivering, and he had turned pale as a ghost.

"My parents can reduce your rent; they would probably do that."

"This is worth a whole lot more than a rent reduction," said Samantha.

$2 million, 2 million dollars," said Samantha.

"Good grief; my parents don't have that kind of money--nowhere close."

"Well, you live in that house, which is maybe $1.3 or $1.4, and your father is one of the top executives at that big oil company over in the energy corridor, and your mother is a nursing super on the second shift." They're pulling in 5 or 6 hundred grand a year," said Hayley.

Jacob knew Hayley's estimate was close because their combined income was $725K, with most of that from his father's salary and stock options.

"OK guys, we can't do that; that is extortion, and we would go to jail just like Jacob. I think the appropriate response is to let law enforcement handle it," said Adele.

"Unfortunately, Jacob, you are looking at some serious jail time. We have you on at least fifteen counts of trespassing and fifteen counts of invasion of privacy. We did an inventory on our missing lingerie, so we have you on at least eight or nine counts of theft and at least two or three counts of voyeurism, and you know what I'm talking about--some of those private movies that you watched--and that doesn't even include placing those trackers on our cars," said Adele.

"How did you know that was me?" whimpered Jacob.

"We didn't, but we know now," exclaimed Samantha.

All four girls, including Courtney in the kitchen, roared with laughter.

"So, we ran all this through Google Assistant, and it said, 'If a prosecutor charges you with the full extent of your actions, the maximum combined potential sentence could be more than twenty years in prison,'" said Hayley.

After Hayley handed him a three-page printout with these details, it looked like Jacob was about to throw up. This was no joke; the alleged proper legal punishment was spelled out in black and white.

"So, in less than an hour you are going to be booked and fingerprinted, and they take your mug shot, and then they take all your clothes off, and then a guy will spread your ass cheeks and take a look to be sure you don't have any contraband stuffed up there. Then they will escort you to a phone where you can make your one phone call," said Adele.

"So, who are you going to call?" asked Samantha.

"I don't know, my parents are out of town."

"That's why we picked today," said Adele.

Jacob glanced up at her in a halfway menacing-looking way--realizing that all of this had been carefully pre-planned--but he kept his mouth shut not to further upset the tall Amazon British blonde bombshell.

Hayley returned from her bedroom announcing that two squad cars had pulled in the driveway.

"They just got out of their cars, and guess what--they are two lady cops," said Hayley.

"Well, this day just keeps getting better and better for you; they will probably give you a stern lecture as well," said Samantha.

Jacob looked down and placed his face in his hands.

"So have you graduated yet; you're a high school senior, right? asked Hayley.

"Monday night; I graduate Monday night."

"I think not; your ass is going to be sitting in jail," replied Hayley.

"No, he will make his graduation; he will be bailed out by then, but most, if not all, of the auditorium will be aware he was arrested for sex crimes. It will make the news." said Adele.

"I didn't commit sex crimes."

"When the detectives pour through all these tapes tomorrow, you will be labeled as a sex offender. We've seen the tapes, Jacob," said Hayley.

"I saw on the news the other day that most of the Texas prisons are not air-conditioned, so you will sweat like a pig for three or four months of the year. In fact, they interviewed this one guy who was in jail for ten years, and he said he kept cool by splashing water from the toilet onto the concrete floor to create small puddles of cool water, and that's where he slept. He said that the water out of the bathroom sink was very warm." said Samantha.

This was disconcerting to Jacob. Although he was a high school football player who practiced and played in hot, humid Houston weather, he preferred to be cool when it was appropriate. Awhile back he was at a church camp where the temperature never fell below 80 degrees during the night. He did not fall asleep until almost 5 AM both mornings. When he returned home, he showered to remove all the sweat and grime before going to bed and sleeping for almost thirteen hours in a cool climate controlled at 73 degrees.

"Another thing you're going to hate about the Texas prison system is their policy on masturbation. Texas is one of only seven states that explicitly prohibit all forms of masturbation within correctional facilities, meaning even private or discreet acts in a cell can theoretically result in disciplinary action," said Adele.

"They've got two cameras in each cell, and it can be hard to bust a nut even under the sheets without getting caught; they've got prison guards constantly monitoring the prison cells. The prison monitors are watching you in the public shower as well, even if you are sitting on the pot," said Hayley.

She was supposedly reading the following statement from a Wikipedia page on her laptop:

"And they have strict disciplinary actions for the guys that are caught (masturbating). You get written up; you may have to skip one meal a day for a week; then there is solitary confinement, and if you are a chronic masturbator, then they move your parole day further out," said Adele.

"I heard of this pretty handsome rich guy in Florida; he was around thirty or so, and he was convicted for embezzling funds from the government as well as his own company. He was sentenced to twelve years, but he had some sort of sex addiction. Before he went to prison, he was getting laid five or ten times a month with some rather attractive women, and most of them were between the ages of eighteen and twenty-five. The no masturbation rule threw him a major league loop; not only was he written up and denied meals and solitary confinement, but he was also sentenced to an additional 4 1/2 years for extremely excessive masturbation. They also nailed him for having possession of a smartphone filled with porn. Some prison employees had slipped the phone to the guy in exchange for $1,900. I don't know where he got the 2 grand. Pornography goes for large sums of money in prisons," said Hayley.

"And don't forget that some of those big brawny lifers are going to look at you as fresh meat; know what I mean?" said Adele.

The girls were blowing smoke up Jacob's ass. The outlandish criminal penalties and the absurd masturbation stories were simply over the top. Jacob, a somewhat naïve and sheltered eighteen-year-old, was in a precarious situation much like a commercial airline pilot would experience at 33,000 feet--if a stall warning sounded and within thirty seconds four other warning lights were flashing in his cockpit. This is a whole bunch of scary information thrown in your face in a short period of time. Jacob knew very little about prisons and the criminal justice system, and he is on the losing end of a rapid-fire stream of half-truths and downright lies.

"And when you get out of jail, you will have to register as a sex offender, and you can't live within 1,000 feet of a church or school, and employers will be reluctant to hire an ex-felon, and not to mention, your future social security benefits will be significantly less than if you hadn't gone to jail," said Adele.

"Where are the cops? It's been like almost ten or fifteen minutes? asked Hayley.

Samantha walked to the front bedroom to look out the window and then returned to the living room.

"One of them got back in the car, and the other is standing beside her window," said Samantha.

"What is she doing?" asked Adele.

"Well, the one in the car is looking at her console, I think; it's hard to tell," said Samantha.

"There are probably checking to see if he has any priors, prior arrests," said Adele.

"Well, it shouldn't take that long," added Hayley.

"You're about as squeaky clean as they come. Am I right?" asked Hayley.

"No, I have never been arrested or even gotten a ticket."

"So, Jacob, wonder if we just tell the cops to go away and not press charges and we perform our own form of justice right here in the condo today, and before you say yes, you need to understand the terms of this agreement. We are providing you a get of a jail card free of charge, but your punishment will be very embarrassing, awkward, uncomfortable, and at times perhaps humiliating. You will answer all of our questions completely and truthfully--the whole truth and nothing but the truth. In addition, you are to answer all our yes or no questions with "yes, ma'am" or "no, ma'am." You also need to follow all our directions to a T and surrender your smartphone to us to review its contents. Also, if you get sassy or talk back to us, there will be some severe repercussions," said Adele.

"What kind of repercussions?" asked Jacob.

"Oh, I forgot; there is one additional rule: you cannot ask questions," said Adele.

"OK, so do you understand and agree to these terms? We are basically only giving you a very hard slap on the wrist rather than you spending twenty years in prison and dealing with the sex offender registration stuff," said Adele.

Jacob was so ecstatic that he was not going to prison that he was almost euphoric. He wholeheartedly agreed to the terms even after Adele repeated them again to ensure that he completely understood them. Courtney walked from the condo to inform the female police officers that they were not going to press charges.

"OK, the first thing to do is for the four of us to move this coffee table way off to the side," said Adele.

Everyone but Courtney grabbed a corner of the table and moved it flush with the wall separating the breakfast room from the kitchen. This created a somewhat large staging area in the middle of the living room. Adele then handed Jacob a small tablet and a glass of water and directed him to swallow it.

"What is this; is it safe to take?"

"What did I just tell you about questions? But no, the pill is safe. It is not illegal, and it is not some strong pain medication like oxycodone or fentanyl; think of it as an embarrassment enhancement pill."

Jacob swallowed the pill, and Hayley directed him to stand in the middle of the room. Coutney, who had not said a word the whole time, brought a small department store bag and placed it next to Jacob.

OK, now we want to take off all your clothes and place them in the bag." said Adele.