No, she has to get naked, too!

"Don't talk back at me, young man," Chelsea's mom was now fully indignant, "and Chelsea, you don't even have a coat to put on?"

Before Chelsea could explain how effective my earlier cleaning was, I butted back in, "how about you mind your own business? And why are you here anyway?"

"I was going to invite Chelsea to the Farmer's Market, but she seems a bit ... busy at the moment."

"I guess we can go later," Chelsea chuckled nervously.

"Maybe you won't be such a hussy, then," her mom chided back snidely.

"That does it!" I burst out in some anger, "since the naked body bothers you so much, how about you go outside naked, too?!"

"Heavens no!" Chelsea's mom recoiled in anger.

"Well, now I'm gonna strip you naked," I rushed up to her mother and grabbed her top.

"Jason, no!" Chelsea intervened as I looked towards her. She grinned, "we're gonna strip her naked."

I nodded cheesily as Chelsea approached her mother and we went about our dirty work.