Get her robe

Lauren shook the doorknob frantically. She had to get in! There was no hope though. She always kept every door, every window locked. A habit to preserve her privacy. Unfortunately, that meant she knew there was no way into the house. She had to get her robe.

Lauren, crouching on her porch, cupping her chest, wearing only her panties, looked out down her yard. There was that damn dog, eagerly wagging it's tail. That little mongrel thought this was a game. Her robe, the only viable clothing she had, was in it's mouth. She needed it! Lord knows who might happen by and see her like this! Her hands were plastered over her chest, her panties covered her womanhood, but that was all that was covered. Her legs, shamefully stubby, were bare and glimmering under the sun. Her stomach, a bit round and with the slightest bit of sag, was free to wiggle as it pleased. Also, without her padded bra, her chest, while concealed, was NOT what she had advertised publicly. She needed that robe!

So, despite great reservations, Lauren darted out to across her yard, running on bare feet. She ducked low, hoping to stay hidden from the nearby road. Unfortunately, the two kids next door, hanging over the fence, were staring straight at her. Apparently this was the funnies thing they'd ever seen. They were both nearly in tears with laughter. Lauren, unused to being laughed at, let alone for being nearly naked, flushed with a silent rage while she hurried towards the dog.

"Give me my robe you fucking mongrel!" She growled, coming at the dog. Unforutnatly, this just excited him. He started running away, dragging her robe behind him. Lauren, frantic and thoughtless, followed the dog....