From Wearing Prada to Owning Nada

Kristen grunted a curse as she fumbled through a drawer in her master closet. Fishing a pipe and a baggie of cannabis, she walked out of her closet, bathroom, bedroom, hall, and over to the patio doors, shoeing the large dogs she spoiled away as she sat down to light up a bowl and think, nude.

She couldn't call her agent, or drive anywhere, she didn't even have change for the bus, Hell, she couldn't even walk anywhere like this or in any of those slutty clothes!

She'd be ruined!

Little did she know, she already was...

Instead, smoking her ganja, burning up one of her few remaining assets, she gazed at the brick back-garden wall. That was it! She could use her neighbor! She could climb over the wall and ask them for help. Sure, they'd see her naked, but it would be many fewer than any other way!

Putting the pipe down with a clank on the glass table she padded barefoot from the concrete of the patio to the plush grass. Trying to get footing on a tree she shimmied and struggled her weight up and over the wall!