Chelsea agrees

"It's your choice." I told Chelsea. "You can stay home if you want... I'm sure the laundromat will donate your clothes to charity. Then you can rebuild your wardrobe... though you don't have much money right now, do you?"

I knew Chelsea had maxed out her credit cards, largely with buying her wardrobe of fine clothing that she was now at risk of losing.

Chelsea wriggled uncomfortably, still crossing her arm over her chest and crotch. Her bare legs were squeezed together, trying and failing to hide more. Her bloated middle, which she just pointed out to me, jiggled with every breath in a way I knew would shame her.

"You're being so mean!" She moaned, in a child like whine that was nowhere near her normally, refined behavior.

"Hey, I'm offering to drive you to the laundry mat." I said. "You're the one who wants to let your clothes go forever!

Chelsea bit her lip, clearly agonizing over her choice. Finally she spoke again.

"Fine." She said reluctantly. "We'll go to the laundry mat. Just... make sure nobody sees me!"

"Of course!" I reassured her as I grabbed my car keys, although my intention was quite the opposite...