My dirty-dirty secrets

I tossed my bag on my bed as I rounded through my bedroom door. I had just finished my college classes for the day. Looking around briefly, I noticed that my room was clean and I definably didn’t clean it.

“Sam!” I called out, calling my friend Samantha whom I shared an apartment with.

There was a moment of silence.

“Your cars here, I know your home.” I called out again, stepping back through the door and into the hallway.

I still didn’t hear a reaponse. I walked down the hallway a bit to her door. Slowly I knocked.

“Sammy?” …