Her landlord finally forces her hand

Eventually, Steph got home, and the crowd had not only followed her but gotten bigger, spilling out past the sidewalk and onto the front yard, the grass easement, and even onto the street in between parked cars.

Just as Steph was approaching the front door, her landlord walked out with grave disappointment on his face.

"Miss Morris, I know why all of these people are around us," he sighed in a level of defeat that made Steph's heart broke.

"I know, right?!" Steph threw her arms up in exasperation, grateful the sweet old man was coming to her rescue.

"I hate to do this, but you're going to have to give them what they want," the man continued as Steph's face fell.

"What!?!?" Steph was shocked as her face contorted in some disgust.

"They won't go away until you do," the landlord continued, "they won't leave this house - even really this neighborhood - alone until you do."

"But I don't want to get naked!" Stephanie pouted.

"I mean, I can't really see any other way around this," the landlord continued in all seriousness.

"Okay, I'll get inside and do it..." Steph conceded as the crowd began booing.

"You'll have to do it here and give the people what they want," the landlord continued, "then you can come inside and we can talk about your lease."

Seeing nothing else, Stephanie got to business. She swiped off her tank top and sports bra in one go, balling them up with her sweatshirt. Then her shoes and socks were next, followed closely by her yoga pants and boy shorts also down in one go. Bundling her clothes and holding them tightly to her chest, she ran down the path to the front door as the crowd went wild for her jiggling bottom that a few intrepid spectators managed to spank. The landlord was kind enough to hold the door open for her as she went inside the house and away from the mad mob outside.