A massive downpour.

In an instant thousands of large raindrops plummeted down, crashing into the earth as well as the topless jeep.

"Gahhh!" Mackenzie screamed, shielding her face from the onslaught. Rain pelted her body, soaking her and Brandon's jumpsuit.

"Jesus!" Brandon yelled so surprised by the downpour that he nearly drove them off the road. He tried to keep driving, but the water pouring down his head and into his eyes obscured his vision, forcing him to continuously wipe his face to be able to see. Meanwhile, the interior of his jeep was basically flooding!

"Why didn't you put the top on?" Mackenzie yelled.

"Forecast said it would be clear." Brandon said as he suddenly parked his car on the side of the road.

"What are you doing?"

"I can't drive in this." He said, opening his door. "Come on, we have to get to top on and fast!"

Mackenzie sighed. She was annoyed but understood Brandon's position. Also, she didn't want to be rained on for the rest of the drive. Mackenzie stepped out of the car, her bare feet slapping against the shallow river of rainwater rushing down the asphalt road. She wiped the wet hair out of her eyes and used her hand to shield her eyes. She was completely drenched. Water was everywhere. Even inside Brandon's jumpsuit, thanks to the broken zipper. Mackenzie turned around to see what Brandon was doing and saw him on the other side of the jeep. He was standing quietly with his back to her, looking down at something.

"Hey," Mackenzie called, trying to be louder than the pouring rain. "What the problem? Why are you spacing out?"

"Huh? Oh, um nothing, don't worry about me." Brandon nervously replied. The truth was that his shirt loincloth was not water resistant and had absorbed so much rainwater that it was now much heavier and slippery. The minute Brandon stepped out of the Jeep; they had started sliding down his legs. Threatening to expose him. With a quiet whimper, Brandon reached down and clutched the wet cloth, just barely managing to keep it in place.

"Ok, whatever," Mackenzie replied, confused about Brandon's tone. "Let's just get this done.

"Alright," Brandon agreed, wanting to get to top up and get back in the jeep as soon as possible. "The top's connected to the back of the jeep we just have to pull it to the front, then it will lock in on its own. Got it?"

"Got it," Mackenzie replied, taking a few steps towards the back of the jeep. Brandon went to follow her but found he couldn't move his feet. He looked down and saw that his boots, effectively the only thing he had left except his loincloth, had sunk into the mud. Annoyed Brandon tried to pull them out, but to no avail, they were too stuck. If he used his arms to pull on the boots as well, they might come unstuck, but that would risk his loinshirt, and Brandon wasn't willing to risk that.

"Hey, what's the holdup?" Mackenzie asked, wiping the crimson hair out of her wet face again. "Let's get this done before we both catch colds."

"A-alright, just give me a second." Brandon winced. He knew he could just ask Mackenzie for help, but he knew she would just tease him for it.

'Damn it, Karma sucks.' Brandon thought, realizing how ironic his concerns were considering his behavior towards Mackenzie that day. With no other choices, Brandon decided he'd have to carry on without shoes for right now. He vigorously wiggled his leg and clawed with his toes until he was able to pull his foot from the boot and step forward, cold mud squishing between his toes.

"Toes?" Brandon quietly questioned, cringing at the realization he had wiggled out of his sock as well as his shoe. Still, he couldn't stop here and prayed as he wiggled his other foot things would be different. They weren't. Brandon was now a true caveman wearing nothing but a loincloth and standing in the mud.

"Come on, Brandon, enough delays. I'm soaked, and your jumpsuit's filling with water." Mackenzie yelled in an annoyed tone. Snaping Brandon out of his funk. He took a few more steps and joined her at the back of the jeep.

"Alright, alright, keep your pa- head on straight I'm here."

"Great, glad you were able to bare the 4-step journey, now tell me how the hell the get this top on so we can get back in the car!"

"Enough Mackenzie, I got it. It's easy see we just have to grab the handle on the back of the jeep and pull it shut like a window." Brandon said, making sure Mackenzie saw him grab the handle and watched her do the same. "Alright now on the count of three we push it all the way to the front where it will automatically lock into place. Ready? On Three. One. Two. Three!"

Brandon and Mackenzie pushed on the handles with all their might and the roof began sliding closed. Brandon was having some trouble pushing the roof with one hand while standing in mud, but he could still get the job done. However, before the roof made its way to the front seat, it suddenly got jammed.

"What," Brandon yelled.

"Oh, come on," Mackenzie shrieked.

The pair of mechanics **** jiggled the mechanism trying to get it unstuck but to no avail.

"We may have to just muscle it." Mackenzie suggested. Brandon nodded and the pair again pushed with all their might. Yet the roof remained stuck. "Come on push harder. Use your other hand."

Brandon's eyes went wide. He looked down at his other hand holding the front of the loincloth. The back had already started sliding down fully exposing his ass. Brandon's hand was the only thing protecting him from total nudity.

'It'll only be a second.' Brandon tried to convince himself. 'I'll move my hand, be butt naked on the side of the road, fix the roof then pick the loincloth back up. Easy."

With a deep breath Brandon moved his other hand to the handle. Almost immediately the loincloth fell revealing his slong to the rainy night. Brandon squealed. Not that Mackenzie could hear it over the grunts as they pushed the handles. Fortunately, she had been right. After a few seconds the mechanism became unstuck, and the roof quickly slide closed.

Brandon didn't waste any time, immediately ducking down to grab his loincloth shirt back. He reached around trying to grab it **** for that minimum amount of clothing he had been **** to abandon.

But it wasn't there.

"N-no. no no no. No!" Brandon whispered as he fell to his knees and felt around for his loincloth and his boots for that matter, he couldn't find either. It was then that Brandon realized something. The mud was far looser then he a surmised. It was watered down and was flowing into the darkness behind his jeep likely carrying his shirt and boots with it. Of course, Brandon could not bring himself to fully accept this and began crawling through the mud hoping his clothes had only drifted a few feet. If he couldn't find his shirt soon, he'd have to face Mackenize fully naked.

"Fuckin Karma!"