Throw out the trash

"Please... I'm sorry!" Megan said.

"Oh you're sorry!" The woman raged. "Well, that makes up for you fucking my husband you fucking bitch!"

She marched up to Megan. She backed up fear, but the woman caught her by her long black hair.

"AHH!" Megan squealed.

She was yanked by her head as the wife began dragging her towards the door.

"W... what are you doing?!" Megan squealed.

"Throwing you out with the rest of the trash!" The wife barked.

"No! Please, not like this!!" Megan pleaded.

"Like this? Like what?" The woman said.

She looked at Megan and, for the first time. Her bare legs and back, the tiny, sheer apron. Her white g-string.

"Oh my god,you're such a slut!" The wife balked. "Look at you! Is this how you tempted my husband? By waving your overweight body in his face?"

She continued to drag Megan towards the door. She threw it open. Megan couldn't go out, trapped in the city with no wallet, keys, phone and half naked!

"Please don't throw me out!" She cried. "I'll do anything!!!"