[newbalogna]

Kimmy thought about who she wanted to go to like this. She didn’t want her friends or family seeing her like this. But she realized by now the whole neighborhood probably knew about this. So she was probably best off with her next door neighbors.
She sprinted across her yard into theirs, and knocked on the door. Every second that passed made her heart race with fear.
The door opened, and their 13 year old son Jason opened the door.
He stood there, mesmerized at the sight before him.
“Look, can you let me in?”
“Uhh … dad … ?” he called back, not even blinking.
A heavy set of footsteps approached the door. “Yes, hel-“
Suddenly, Steve, her neighbor, was in the same trap as his son.
“May I come in? PLEASE?”
He snapped out of it. “Yes … “
Kimmy darted in the moment he moved out of the way.
“Uhhh … my wife isn’t here right now …”
“Please … do you have anything for me to wear?”
“Uhhh … yeah … let’s go upstairs …”
As Kimmy followed him up the steps, she filled him in on the short version of what happened.
He showed the master bedroom closet. “Feel free to put on anything that fits. I’ve got a party for the game this afternoon, and the boys will be here any minute …”
As he left, Kimmy looked through the closet. His wife was petite, and she knew by sight nothing would fit of hers. She tried on some of his pants and shorts, but even with the fly open, she couldn’t get the waist over her hips.
She tried some of his button down shirts, but the top buttons wouldn’t even come close to closing. The first button that would fit under protest was around her belly button, making her feel like Jessica Rabbit.
With great difficulty, she got on one of his t-shirts. It was very tight in the chest, making it impossible for her to breathe. And it didn’t go below her waist.
She tried pulling it off, but the tight shirt was having trouble rolling over her shoulders. And when it did, she found her arms pinned above her head. She hopped and twisted and contorted and was eventually able to free herself.
As the shirt popped off, she saw Jason staring at her from around the corner.
She blushed and covered up. “A little privacy, please!”
The kid did not move.
“That means go!”
He snapped out of it, and left.
She shivered, and headed to the adjoining master bath. She wrapped a bath towel around herself.
She head down the stairs. Steve was setting up snacks downstairs, trying (and failing) not to sneak glances up her towel as she descended. “Uhh .. folks will be here any moment. My wife decided to avoid the testosterone by shopping with her friends. Help yourself to something to eat …”
She ate and drank cautiously, keeping one hand on her towel at all times. Guests started coming in, and naturally began gravitating to the young lady wearing only a towel.
“Where can I stay?” she asked Steve.
“Well … the guest room is full of boxes. Also there’s no bed. The couch in the basement is pretty comfortable though.”
She snuck off to the basement.
Down there, she examined it. It was partly finished, and had old furniture strewn about. As she was circling, she saw Jason standing on the staircase. She clutched her towel tighter.
“My mom says you’re a Jezebel. I googled it.”
Kimmy scoffed. “I am not a Jezebel. I’m just having a terrible weekend. Why did she say that?”
“Because she gets mad at Dad when he watches you.”
“Well, I don’t want your Dad watching me!”
He started going up the stairs, but stopped halfway up. “Please don’t make them fight.” He continued the rest of the way up.
Kimmy tried to relax on the couch. Upstairs, she heard the guys cheering.
She had become thirsty from the amount of salty snacks she had eaten, and wet upstairs for something to drink.
The guys were fixated on the TV. An impressive number of empty beer cans accumulated between them.
As she poured herself some water in the kitchen, she heard the news flash music, with an overly serious announcer say “This local woman streaking her town. Why the police are powerless to arrest her, and what some community members are doing about it, tonight, at 10.”
“Hey,” one of the guests slurred. “That’s towel girl!”
She put down the glass and immediately went to the basement, but one of the guests was up and blocking her way.
“We saw you on the news” he slurred, beery breath washing in her face.
“You didn’t have to get all dressed up for us,” another said.
“Guys, just leave her alone,” Steve interrupted.
“What are you scared for? Your wife ain’t here!”
Suddenly, someone who had snuck behind her whisked her towel away from her.
She squealed and covered herself. “Give that back!”
“Guys, knock it off!” Steve yelled. He tried to grab the towel, but it was thrown to another of his guests.
Within moments, it was a game of keep away.
“What is going on here?” a woman’s voice screeched.
Everybody froze. It was Lisa, Steve’s wife.
“And what is this harlot doing here, wearing … nothing? NOTHING!”
“Please,” Kimmy began.
“Shut your filthy mouth! Steve, you let her do her dance of the seven veils in here while you were watching Jason? ARE YOU INSANE?”
“Swee-“
“Don’t you sweetheart me! Have your filthy tramp leave before I kick the both of you out!”
“I have nowhere to go!” Kimmy pleaded, tears in her eyes.
“That is not my problem. If you don’t leave right now, I’m calling the cops!”
“No, please .. you can’t!”
“Just watch me!” She said, picking up a cordless phone.
Kimmy lunged for the phone as well. They both grabbed it, and after a stunned moment, began to grasp wrists, pull arms, and then they both fell down together.
The guys collectively inhaled, as they ignored the game.
As they grappled, suddenly, Jason joined the fray. “She’s not a Jezebel, mom!” He tried to pull her up by her shirt, but ended up ripping her shirt off. Given the heat, it appeared she decided to forgo a bra today.
She finally let go of the phone, as her sharp gasp turned into a piercing scream.
“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY SON!” she wailed, as she fell on top of Kimmy. Now the clawing and hair pulling began in earnest.
“Steve! Why aren’t you calling the cops?”
“Because he’s sick of those tiny titties of yours!” Kimmy shouted. She was able to flip on top of her, and pin her down, waving her breasts in her face.
Lisa wriggled out from under, and lunged for the cordless phone on the floor.
Kimmy lunged for Lisa, grabbing the hems of her shorts and panties.
Lisa had the phone.
Kimmy had Lisa’s bottoms.
Furious, Lisa dialed 3 digits.
Past a small forest of frozen men, Kimmy ran out the front door.

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That's it for now. I'll post more chapters as Kimmy and I roleplay them out.