She's Getting Angry

"But... I've got nothing to wear!" Chelsea pointed out frantically.

"So?" I replied casually. "It's just us here sweety. Who cares? I'll go to the laundromat and pick up your clothes in a bit. For now, just relax!"

"Relax?! I'm fucking naked!" She screeched.

Then, something occurred to her.

"Hey, give me your clothes!" She demanded.

"What? No way." I said.

"DO IT!" She yelled. "Give them to me now!"

"Honey, calm down." I said. "I'm not giving you my clothes. Now just take a seat and relax."

She glared at me, her arm covered chest heaving.

"You set this up on purpose!" She accused.

"Don't be silly," I dodged. "You were the one who said your laundry had to to out. Don't blame me for helping."

She glared for a long time, trying to intimidate me. Well, it certainly wasn't going to work. First of all, she wasn't in the slightest bit intimidating while naked. Second, I was having way to much fun to let this end!