2.) Austin wants to meet him somewhere.

(About two weeks after Austin took everything from Benjamin.)

I was laying on the floor in my empty room, my butt facing the ceiling, when Molly came in with my old phone in her hand. "Oh, Benny-boy! The phone's for you!"

Now, under normal circumstances, i would have thrown one of my pillows at Molly and told her to get out. But considering that these were very, well, not normal times for me, I jumped to my bare feet, motioned one of my hands to cover up my dick and walked over to her, scooping the phone into my free hand. As I turned around to speak to the person on the other end of the line, I could hear the very obvious sound of Molly's phone camera going off, obviously capturing a picture of my naked ass.

Normally, I would yell at her to delete it, but at this point, it doesn't really matter anymore.

I turned my full to my phone. "Hello?"

"Well, hello there, Benny," the familiar voice of Austin came out the other end.

I immediately started asking. "Okay, Austin, seriously, this isn't funny anymore. You can keep all of my stuff, I don't care about that. Just please, please, *please* let me have my clothes back!"

There were a couple of seconds of silence on the other line, making me think that maybe, juuuust maybe, he's actually considering it.

Unfortunately, what came back was laughter. "Haha, oh, man, you're funny, Benny-boy! Thinking you can slither your way out of your punishment. Your time as a minimalist isn't even close to being over yet."

I groaned. I'm *never* gonna get my stuff back.

"Although..." I heard a hint of contemplation in his voice. "Maybe if you do this one thing for me... I'll think about maybe reducing your sentence a little bit... maybe even give you something of yours back..."

My eyes went wide with hope. "YES! Yes, please! Anything! I'll do it!" I got all of that out in about two seconds.

Austin snickered on the other end. "Alright, perfect," he muttered. "Then meet me at Vintage Avenue. Anytime in the next 30 minutes."

Referring to my mental map and realizing where that was, I responded. "But, Austin... Vintage Avenue is on the other side of town, near the college."

"I know," Austin responded. I could practically hear the smug grin he had on his face. "Now, get moving."