PART IV
Lacey stepped out onto her front yard lawn. It was completely soaked, but somehow Lacey wasn’t concerned about that. How could she get into her house? She went around to the back, but the door there was also locked. The first-floor windows were all fastened shut. Her house was looking impenetrable.
Then there was her room. Upstairs. The glass window was always slightly open—she liked a cool breeze at night. Who doesn’t?
As a little girl she used to climb the adjacent tree and crawl into her window. She was definitely bigger, but cheer had kept her lean and flexible. Her judgment was definitely clouded, but she was determined to have one personal victory today. Lacey pulled herself next to the tree. The dense foliage above had kept the trunk below relatively dry. She took a deep breath and prepared herself for the ascent.
BEEP! BEEP! She got a text. Maybe her mom was on her way home and she wouldn’t have to risk another disaster. But no, it was a picture message, loading, from a friend of hers. Once it finally loaded she realized her friend must have had a front row seat at the pep rally. That picture was more of her than she wanted to see. She was angry, and she was going to use that to get up this tree.
Back at school, one girl was panicking. She was stranded in the girl’s 200-building restroom with a shirt, sweater, and absolutely nothing below the waist. Looking around she saw a full stack of tissue paper. No.
She unzipped her backpack and tore through it. Binders, pencils, pens, and some stray paper clips and candy wrappers. Nope. Texting anyone would be a waste of time, all her friends were in class.
She looked back at the toilet paper. It was all she had. Channeling her old arts and crafts side, she unraveled the paper and layered it around her waist until it was no longer opaque. She tucked the end piece into the belt and examined the make-shift skirt.
She turned around and checked herself out in the mirror. The curve of her ass was very pronounced, and it was fairly clear she had nothing on underneath. If that wasn’t enough, the cool air coming in from outside made it very obvious to her that any movement too grand would leave her au natural. This will have to do she thought.
Elsewhere, Tara sat back in her chair, trying to sedate her wily smile. But looking across the room she saw the one person she least expected to see, sitting wearing a spaghetti-strap top and a lime green skirt that matched the one currently in her hang bag. Cory?
If she was here, then who had she just stripped? Tara had made a huge mistake. She felt terrible, well, for a few seconds. Then a new idea began percolating, a sinister plan that she impressed herself with. It was genius, it was brilliant, it was kinda smart.
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