You gotta be kidding me, thought Roxanne, as she watched Margaret Booth aim what had to be the largest handgun that Roxanne had ever seen in Roxanne's direction and then command her to strip. Surely this must be a joke, right?
However, the mad glint in Margaret's eyes showed that it was most definitely not a joke and the way she kept gesturing with the gun barrel indicated that Roxanne could not put off undressing indefinitely.
So Roxanne slowly peeled off her halter top and handed it over to Margaret while silently regretting the fact that she had nothing underneath it to cover her breasts. Not that her breasts were all that horrible to look at but if Roxanne were to show them off to anybody, it definitely would not be Margaret.
Margaret kept gesturing with her gun barrel for Roxanne to continue, and Roxanne, seeing no one around to help, had **** but to continue. She unzipped her red shorts and let them fall to the ground, trying to ignore the growing number of mosquitoes that had showed up to take advantage of the situation. As she stepped out of them, she thought she heard a noise.
Roxanne turned.
And saw a light on the horizon.
No. Two lights.
Headlights.
She was saved.
As the headlights quickly approached the front of Margaret's cabin, Margaret hastily lowered her gun and turned toward the headlights with a curious -- and irate -- expression on her face.
At the same time, Roxanne hastily put on her red shorts again and pondered the likelihood of getting her halter top back from Margaret. Should she even try?
No. Roxanne was better off running away while Margaret was still distracted. Perhaps she could find something to wear at the nurse's office. Surely she could not have worse luck with Nurse Rita than she did with Margaret.
With that thought in mind, a half-naked Roxanne hastily ran off into the darkness.
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