But I stopped myself from saying so.

“Okay, but I’m…”

I stopped myself. Trish was clearly on her last nerve, and I wasn’t about to say or do anything to upset her more. I had no idea what a Code 13 was, but I was pretty sure I didn’t want it.

I slid off my large white cotton panties, trying to change while still being as modest as possible. Trish rolled her eyes, and I decided I needed to do something to impress her. To show her that I was the right choice. I yanked my skirt off and smiled.

Then I heard the front door open.

Shit! Mom was home early! I stood there, half naked, frozen in panic. Trish, however, was completely in control. She grabbed the side of my head, whispering “They don’t know you’re here, so you’ll be fine if you’re quiet. Gather up all your K clothes and put them in a bag.” I dumped the contents of a trash bag in my room onto the floor, shoving in it all the clothes I had gathered. “Where do you keep your money?” I reached into my underwear drawer and found the cash I had there. $88, last time I checked.

“Okay, now climb out the window.”

I opened the window above my bed and defenistrated myself for the second time that day. Clutching the bag in my hand, I darted to Trish’s car, and it was only upon feeling the leather against my bare ass that I realized I forgot to get dressed in all the commotion.

Trish jumped into the car, and sped away.

“Oh shit!” I exclaimed. “I was half naked!”

“Yup. Bush and all. I was wondering when you’d notice.”

I reached in my bag for one of my skirts, but Trish stopped me. “Nah, leave it off. That leather feels good on your ass, doesn’t it?”