Try To Get Inside

Miranda frantically crouched down slapping a hand over her shapely uncovered rear. Moments ago she was fully dressed, but due to the antics of her neighbor had been reduced to her socks and shoes. She whimpered seeing cars pass by her house, grateful the patio covered her daring choice of attire.

She tried every window with no luck. Pressing her hands into her chest, she saw the street was luckily empty. But people would be coming home soon and the blonde needed something other than her palms to cover her curvaceous form.

She regretted not having a welcome mat as it could've helped with shielding her body. Ducking down as a kid on a hoverboard rode past with not a care toward the neighbor he assumed was clothed. As she raised herself she considered her options.

She could break open any window and have to pay for the damages. Explain to her husband that she had been locked out naked. No way. Too embarassing as is, her husband would never let her live it down.

Or she could go three doors down to her friend Sarah's who had a spare key used for when the family was away. This wouldn’t cost anything and only ran the risk of her neighbors seeing her having to streak the small distance. Embarassing but not as bad as breaking a window and having to explain to her husband.

Miranda had to decide quickly as she saw a few more cars speeding past the street outside her house. She had to act now.