"You wouldn't kick a nude girl out onto the streets, would you?"

Mister Woods proceeded to kick the nude girl onto the street.

Michael too.

The two of them jumped up off the hot pavement and hot-footed it into the grass by the curb.

With their feet no longer burning, Michael covered his junk with his hands and said, "What the hell was THAT, Hannah?"

Hannah, covering her large breasts as best she could with one arm and her hairless pussy with the other, responded, "I dunno, I thought it would work!"

"You thought what would work?!" Michael said, equal parts angry and confused.

"You were all naked and stuff and everybody was laughing at you! I thought maybe if I got naked too people would think it was... like... cool?" Hannah said, the stupidity of her idea weighing heavier on her with each word that left her mouth. She kicked some grass with her left foot and shuffled awkwardly, "Iunno, I just thought... I could cash in some social credit to get you out of that jam?"

"Well a hell of a lot of good that did-waitaminute, you... you did all that to.... help me?" Michael said, blinking in surprise, "but... like... you hate my guts, why would you try to help me?"

"That's what I was trying to tell you at the beginning of the party, man! I don't hate your guts!" Hannah said, annoyed.

"...what." Michael said, dumbly.

"I wanted to say that I was sorry for all the horrible shit I put you through back in high school! I was TRYING to apologize!!!" Hannah shouted as she held her arms up in exasperation, her big boobs jostling around in the open as she did so.

Michael looked away from the bouncing tiddies and scratched his cheek with one hand, "Oh.... I see... well, we can argue about this later, right now we've got more important shit to think about. Did you drive here? If you're so sorry would you mind driving me home so I can get some clothes on?"

"Uhhh..."

"Aaaand don't tell me... you Ubered here." Michael said, disheartened.

"Uh, chauffeured, actually." Hannah said with a guilty look.

"Right, you're rich. Okay well call him up!" Michael insisted.

"What am I gunna call him with, my butthole? My phone's back at the party." Hannah rebutted.

Michael tried his best not to think what Hannah calling someone with her butthole would look like, and instead looked around. There was basically only one way too get their bare asses out of eyeshot of every suburban gardner, driver, and dog walker who happened to pass by:

"The woods", he said said, pointing with one hand to the forest he had walked through to get here, now about 200 yards away.

"Uhhh, I don't really do nude hiking, Michael." Hannah said with a wince.

"We can regroup and come up with a better idea once we're not exposed like this. C'mon!" Michael said, his pale butt bouncing a little as he ran to the tree line.

With no other options, Hannah followed, "and I just got a pedicure..." she complained.