A car pulls over and takes you home.

Growling softly under my breath at the sheer audacity of all three of them, I held my arm out straighter as I walked. I was so mad that I didn't care who saw my naked state as long as I was able to get home and put this behind me.

As I walked along the side of the road, I heard Alicia start the car. She was probably going to try and persuade me to come back, but I was having none of it. Day in and day out, my "friend" followed the advice of that bully Lisa and my supposedly on-and-off girlfriend Carrie.

Yeah, I sometimes thought of Carrie as a girlfriend. We'd had sex a few times, and I once stripped her naked on a public golf-course.

Caught up in my thoughts, I was a little surprised when I heard a car actually slow down and stop a short distance ahead of me. Jogging a little ways to the car, I reached for the passenger door and opened it, getting a view of the driver.

• Mom, who questions why you're walking naked.
• Step-brother, who compliments your beautiful looks.
• Mom, who says nothing for a moment, but is upset at you.