"Where in the hell are my pants?" She says, looking around angrily.  "Stacey if this is some sort of stupid practical joke, you better come out right now and..."<br/><br/>With a sick feeling of dread she realizes that her miniskirt is missing now too, and that whomever did it must have snagged it while she was bent over, but she hadn't heard a soul come in or leave!<br/><br/>"Hello, is there someone there?  This isn't funny!  You could be in a whole lot of trouble, Mr. Pervo Janitor!  I'll tell my mom and dad and you'll go to prison!"<br/><br/>When there is no response, she frowns.  "Okay, just think harder.  I obviously didn't leave the skirt here on the bench then.  Maybe it fell underneath it, or it got kicked around when I was bent over."<br/><br/>She goes to her hands and knees to look, the light in this place not being amongst the best sources of light to be found anywhere, and she crawls past that drain in which tentacle and miniskirt are currently hidden.<br/><br/>The view up from the drain is quite revealing as she moves over it.  He can see the soft curvature of her body under those tangerine panties, the dark lacey parts over the top accentuating her otherwise pale skin, and that little bow in back bobbing up and down like a tail as she moves across the floor.<br/><br/>She goes down to her belly, legs splayed right in front of the drain as she looks under the lockers, to see if perhaps her skirt went under them.