Clothes gone!

Lauren, realizing she was still butt naked, hurried to her dresser to put on clothes. She opened it and her eyes went wide.

"WHAT?!" She screamed. The closet was empty! Her clothes were gone! Totally shocked, Lauren stood stunned for a moment. Then, panicking, she ran to her dresser and threw it open. Oh god, her padded bras, her underwear! It was all gone! She didn't even have a sock!

She'd been robbed! Luckily, Some of her clothes Alan had taken to the laundry mat (or so she thought). She just had to get those tomorrow and she'd have something to wear. She almost considered calling the cops, but realized she'd have to deal with them nude and could bare to do it. For the same reason she decided not to call her mother or sister. The last thing she needed was one of those bitches knowing how embarrassing the last day had been. No, she'd just have to figure out a way to get her clothes from Alan in the morning.

Dejected, worn from her day and utterly humiliated, Lauren couldn't bare to look at her nude body for a moment longer. She never was naked longer then she had to be, even in the security of her own home. Now she had to sleep nude. Turning off the light she flopped into bed, curling up under the covers...