The doorbell rings

First the dresser's completely stuck, then the whole disaster with the towel and the window. Amy reminisced, Not to mention half my wardrobe getting accidentally donated. Oh, and can't forget my dress disappearing leaving me NAKED IN PUBLIC!!

Amy shoved a pillow over her face as she blushed in embarrassment.

"Wait, how the hell did my clothes get boxed up and donated anyway?!" she said.

Before Amy could dwell on that thought, her doorbell rang. Amy begrudgingly rose from her bed and made her way to the front door. She opened the door to find two teenage boys holding plastic garbage bags.

"Hi miss! We're doing a bottle and can drive for our soccer team and were wondering if you had any returnables lying around you could donate?"

"Oh, uh sure." Amy replied. "One sec." Amy turned around and walked away, leaving the front door open. She was unaware that the ghost had flipped up the back of her denim skirt and tucked it into its waistband. Both the teenagers went wide-eyed as they got a clear look at Amy's bare ass before she turned the corner and entered the kitchen.

Out of view of the boys, Amy opened the cupboard underneath her sink and reached in to retrieve her small bag of recyclable things. It was farther back than she remembered. Amy got on her knees and one hand, putting her entire torso into the cupboard. Finally her fingers reached the bag and she began pulling it back out. But as she tried to pull her body back out, she felt resistance at her back.

Amy tugged harder but was met with the same resistance. It felt like the back of her tank top was caught on the roof of the cabinet! Amy tried pulling against it harder, but she couldn't get her shirt to budge.

"Oh come on!" Amy said in frustration.

"Miss?" one of the boys asked from the doorway. "You, uh, okay?"

"I'm fine!" Amy called. With her head still in the cabinet her voice sounded somewhat muffled to the two boys.

"What? Do you need help?" the other asked, taking a tentative step into the hallway.

"Hnngh NO!" Amy called again, now grunting with effort to free herself.

The boys didn't sound convinced and they slowly walked towards the kitchen. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure!" Amy shouted, now pulling as hard as she could to back out of the cupboard. Suddenly, the **** keeping Amy's body in place disappeared, and Amy shoved herself out of the cupboard hard enough to fall backwards onto the kitchen floor behind her. Unfortunately for her, the ghost didn't relinquish its hold on her tank top, which stayed in place as Amy flung herself out of it.

Hearing the crash, the boys rounded the corner, ready to help Amy. They didn't expect to find Amy spread eagle on the kitchen floor, completely topless and with her skirt flipped up, exposing her pussy too. Everyone froze for a moment, the boys in surprise and delight, and Amy in disbelief and embarrassment.

Amy recovered her senses first, and threw her arms over her exposed body to try and maintain some modesty. "J-just take it." Amy stuttered, "Take the whole bag!"

"Uh, okay sure." one of the boys said, tearing his gaze away from Amy's body. He scooped up the bag and gave his companion an elbow to get him moving. "Thanks again, miss!" he said as they both looked back at her once more.

Amy just blushed and nodded, too embarrassed to say anything as the boys left.

The two boys closed the apartment door behind them as they stepped back into the hall.

"Now what in the hell was all THAT about?" asked one as they moved to the next apartment. "Not that I'm complaining..."

"Hell if I know, but we DEFINITELY have to hit this place again next time." replied the other as he fished something pink out of the plastic bag. "She even gave us her top!"