It's early. This day has only just begun.

I could feel myself freezing in embarrassment already when I looked around to see where my mom was and why she'd failed to stop Ernest from filming me in a very X-rated position. She was fiddling with the front door, unaware that Creepy Ernest had his phone filiming me. I'm certain he actually sniffed my asshole, but I don't want to think about that. I could feel panic rushing over me when, just to my right, I heard, "Laurie!?"

I turned and saw a dumbfounded Mr. Phelps.

"Are you ok!?"

I murmured nothing more than a meager squeak.

"Laurie, you're standing next to the street naked!"

I tried to muster up the word, "Help" but it just wouldn't come out.

I turned and saw Franklin standing in his yard looking at me im shock.

Ugh.

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By this time, people were gathering around me. Many, like Mr. Phelps, were concerned about my well being. Others, like Creepy Ernest, were gawking and pointing their phones.

Then came the other type. I could hear Lisa's insufferable voice behind me.

"Oh shit! Look! Laurie's naked!"

She and her friends cackled and began taking pictures. Her younger brother stood awestruck.

I lost it. I couldn't help it. I just instinctively started running away. I ran down the street that intersected mine, through blocks and blocks of suburban sidewalks and yards.

I could barely even see where I was going from being so panicked. It was more like auto pilot than tunnel vision. I just needed to run as far from Lisa, Mr. Phelps and especially Franklin as I could get.

Omg, Franklin. I'm so embarrassed.

As I become aware that I was being nearly hypnotized by the sound of a fast and steady rhythm, I realized it was the sound of my bare feet slapping the ground.

I was still running.

I finally stopped and slumped with my hands on my knees to catch my breath.

I began to regain my sense of awareness and, looking down at myself while gasping for breath, remembered that I am very much still completely naked.

I raised my head and looked around, trying to decipher where I was when it hit me.

I was standing right in the parking lot of the damn Walmart.

Right in the middle if it. I thought maybe I'd ran a few blocks, not 3/4 of a mile!

No wonder my lungs are on fire!

The feeling of panic I had just shed began to wash back over me.

I couldn't run anymore, and where would I run to? I just ran through the suburbs and crossed the main highway completely naked. I'll probably be on the news already.

I'm frustrated and tempted to just walk into the store, even without any money..

Or clothing.

Everyone on this side of town has seen my tits, pussy, ass and everything else now. The more I get my wits back, the more I remember the creepiest guy in school most definitely took a very deep sniff of my wide open asshole. THAT was what alerted me to his presence. What difference does it make now? It's not even noon. I'm spending who knows how long naked in public anyway. Might as well make the best of it...