Towel stripped away

"I know you did not just call me a bitch!" Claire spat. "Not when you were the one who left me for that redheaded bumpkin!"

"Now why did I do that again?" Vanessa asked rhetorically, placing one hand on her chin and another on her hip. She then glared as she said, "Oh yeah! Because you're the one who slept with that stripper... on our anniversary."

"Oh, like you wouldn't have done the same thing!"

"I wouldn’t have!" Vanessa yelled as Rex barked from in the car.

"Ah, shut up, you overgrown flea factory!" Claire yelled, hitting the window with her palm.

"Don't you yell at my baby!" Vanessa snapped, jabbing a finger into Claire's chest. "You've always hated him!"

"Of course I did. I hate dogs!" Claire replied, grinding her teeth as Rex continued to bark. Turning to the window, she shouted, "Hey, Rexy! Fun fact: I laughed at the end of Old Yeller!"

"Just stop embarrassing yourself!" Vanessa growled as she turned and climed into the driver's seat.

"Me?! Embarrassed?! Ha!" Claire shouted as Vanessa slammed the door. "I'm not the one here who's embarrassed, Missy!"

Claire turned to walk back to the house when she felt a tug on her towel. Confused, Claire looked behind her to finally see her towel stuck in Vanessa's car door. Her stomach dropped. "Uh... Nessa? Wait just a -"

Vanessa stepped on the gas and sped off, stripping Claire of her towel as the bespectacled woman spun in place for a few seconds. Once she stopped, she gasped in horror as she saw Vanessa drive off with the white towel in her door...

Leaving Claire standing outside in just her boots and glasses in the freezing cold. She was naked!