"Ok, fine"

, Jenny's text began.

"If Trump wins this time around, I'll be naked for the rest of my life. The only things I'll be able to wear are open-toed shoes, jewelry, and makeup and a hairdo. Even if it's cold or raining outside, I'll just have to go inside and can't wear a coat."

Jenny hit send and ran to her room to flick the bean to what she just did. Last time around she hated the wintertime when she was naked, but now she had her own car and could drive to her office job in the warmth, and spend only thirty seconds in the cold or rain dashing through the parking lot. She bit her lip and couldn't help but moan as she rubbed it to thoughts of her walking up to Mr. Wilkins in her best french twist, her sandal heels, her fiery blush contour makeup and piercing red lipstick, her shiny earrings, her black purse, and her birthday suit. She couldn't wait to see the look on Mr. Wilkins's face as she put her hands on her hips and struck a sassy contraposto-

Before she could even imagine more of the scene, Jenny came and screamed before lying limp for the next several minutes. When she finally came to, she walked up back to her phone and looked through the text messages.