Not really.

Her nearly naked walk home was mostly uneventful, apart from the few cars she quickly had to hide from or the dog that scared the lights out of her when it began barking from a backyard along the way.

When she got home, she decided to hose off before entering the house and tracking in lord knows what with her.

“Besides the fact my parents would furious at me tracking in dirt, it would be obvious I was up to something tonight, this just saves me the onslaught of question.” She told herself while stripping down in her back yard.

Once again naked in a foreign place, for she had never left the comfort of the inside of her house naked up until a week ago, she walked to the hose and turned the spout.

*GASP* “This water is so much colder that I thought!” She yelped as it touched her bare skin. Powering through, she managed to get most all the grime from her body, she realized she had no way of drying herself so she resigned to air drying in the backyard.

Once dry enough, she slipped into the house, up to her room, put on some PJ’s, the pants almost feeling strange as she had gone so long bottomless, and crawled in bed.

This night had gone far different than she had planned, she assumed she would have breezed through, never actually realizing she could truly be denied her clothing like she is now. How is she going to make it through next week wearing only a T-shirt until the next time she’s able to play her game, and how would she gain anything back then?

For now all she knew was she was absolutely exhausted, as she finally drifted to sleep. All she dreamed about was her next time playing her games with Mr. Weatherby.