Down in the Dumps

"How could you!" screamed Emily. "You're a fucking creep!"

"Emily, you might want to calm...."

"Don't tell me to calm down!" said Emily. "If only I had known what a perverted fucktard you are! I'll take my chances! Fuck off!" She walked out of Nate's place, slamming the door behind her.

Emily was furious. Her boyfriend, and guy she had trusted and even had sex with, had somehow found a way to publicly humiliate her. Squealing her tires, she peeled out of the parking lot. She ran a stop sign and was pulled over by a cop.

After a humiliating time vainly trying to explain to the cop why she was just in skimpy lingerie, she drove home with a traffic ticket in her purse. At her place, she stormed in, past her stunned roommate Brittany and went to her room. She climbed into bed and pulled her covers up to her neck.

There was knock on her door. "Em, you OK?" asked Brittany.

"I'm fine!" said Emily. She could not convince the cop she had **** but to wear the lingerie, and did not want to try to convince Brittany that her boyfriend had apparently gotten some magical powers. "Just give me some time."

"OK, whatever," said Brittany, "I borrowed your white heels for tonight. Don't wait up!"

"Why would I wait up?" Emily asked herself. She pulled the covers more tightly and shut her eyes. Hoping she would nod off, she kept her eyes squeezed shut.

A half an hour later, Emily, still clad in her lingerie, was driving back to the costume shop despite her best effort to stop herself.