Make up an excuse

The young woman was staring at Leanne with her arms folded. Her face was somewhere between annoyed and astonished at what she saw in front of her. Leanne swallowed deeply before returning her leg to the floor and adjusting her short dress. She squirmed uncomfortably as she felt the material cling to her moist skin.

Leanne tried to face Abbie but it was difficult to look her in the eye knowing what she'd just seen. An uncomfortable silence filled the room and she tried frantically to think of something to say. How exactly was she supposed to justify what she'd just done? She could hardly tell her about the clown. It Abbie hadn't seen it for herself then she'd never believe a clown **** her to get herself off.

"I, um..." With no better plan Leanne started speaking to see what came out, but her mind was blank. "I... I'm sorry, Abbie."

"What were you... doing?" asked the young woman. Her tone both angered and perplexed.

"I was... You see, I... I was just so excited!" she finally blurted out. "I heard about the Halloween party so I changed into this dress. But then it was just so hot and with the stockings and everything I just had to... to..."

"I understand," replied Abbie sweetly.

"You... You do?" queried Leanne. More than a little shocked at the response.

"Of course," answered the blonde. "And if you need somewhere to, um, take care of yourself. Then you can use my room."

"Th-Thank you, Abbie." replied Leanne. Relieved at the reaction she was getting.

"No problem. After all it's better than you taking your... frustrations out on the residents. Who knows where that might lead." She smiled at Leanne and the young woman awkwardly returned the gesture. "Well, the party will be starting soon. Are you staying for that or do you want me to show you to my room? So you can... finish."