Yes

Betsie followed, fire returning to her eyes. Mrs Johnson stopped in the middle of her kitchen and spun around to face Betsie. "I think my kitchen floor could do with a clean, don't you?"

Betsie knew it was a rhetorical question but decided to gave a smart-ass answer. "Looks perfectly clean to me Mrs Johnson. You should take pride in how clean it is." Betsie hid her smirk better than Mrs Johnson hid her annoyance.

"I'm sure you know," Mrs Johnson said beginning to get annoyed, "The best way to keep the floor clean is to clean it before it gets dirty."

"I couldn't agree more," replied Betsie with an over the top level of agreement. She was starting to get a kick out of Mrs Johnson's reaction. "Like I said, you should really take pride in it."

"Oh but I do take pride in it however it's not as easy for me as it once was."

"But I'm sure you'll agree the greater the challenge, the greater the sense of achievement." Betsie couldn't remember which one of her teachers said that but was so glad that she had remembered it.

"Quite," said Mrs Johnson as she narrowed her eyes. "I think that you would benefit from the challenge."

"I get all the challenges I need from school."

'I bet you do,' thought Mrs Johnson. "Well I think you should do a neighbourly challenge too."

"I would love to but I'm not dressed for cleaning. Would hate to ruin my sensible clothes."

"Then do it naked." The words were out of her mouth before Mrs Johnson realised what she said. You could hear a pin drop. Both women looked at each other, neither sure what they had just heard. Mrs Johnson recovered quicker. "Yes, do it naked. You didn't seem to have a problem with nudity before."

Betsie felt like a rabbit trapped in headlights. "Er, em, I don't think it erm is, em," Betsie's mind raced. "Appropriate." Betsie knew 'appropriate' wasn't the best thing to say the second she had uttered the word.

"Appropriate! Appropriate!" Mrs Johnson parroted in mock tones. "Well if it's not 'appropriate'," she used her fingers to make quotation marks in the air, "For you to be naked inside, you could always do some gardening."

"No! No! That's not what I meant." Betsie was getting very flustered. "I meant it's not right for me to be naked in front of you."

"But it was all right for you to be naked in MY garden, in front of MY house but it's not right for me to be naked in front of ME?"

"NO!" Betsie couldn't backpedal quick enough. "I mean just in front of you."

"Hmm, I see what you're saying, that would not be appropriate." Mrs Johnson could see the relief wash over Betsie's body. Mrs Johnson smiled on the inside; she knew what was about to say. "No problem, I'll call Mrs. Smith over."

"NOOOOO!"

"Or your friend."

"Noooo." The word slowly died along with Betsie's resistance. Her shoulders dropped. "No. I'll do, I'll clean the floor. Just don't." The sentence died in Betsie's mouth.

"Good," said Mrs Johnson savouring her victory. "You get undressed and I'll get the scrubbing brush." Mrs Johnson busied herself getting a small scrubbing brush, a bucket and some cleaner. When she returned Betsie was still dressed. "Come on girl, get undressed. Chop chop!"

"Please Mrs Johnson," Betsie begged, "Don't make me do it naked."

"Don't be shy girl," Mrs Johnson said in a patronising tone. "I've seen the clothes you wear. Some of those outfits are so obscene you may as well be naked."

While Betsie had to concede that some, actually most, of her outfits showed a lot of skin, she was doing so to get the attention of the boys. That was not the same as being naked in front of her neighbour. 'Hell, it's not I'm actually naked in front of the boys, I keep my girly bits covered,' Betsie thought. She couldn't remember the last time she used the phrase 'girly bits' but it made her feel even more like a little girl being scolded by an adult. "Pleeeaaase," begged Betsie. She was sounding more and more like a young child rather than a young adult.

"Are you looking for another hiding?" Mrs Johnson was surprised by how authoritative her voice was.

"Nooo." Now Betsie was beginning to sound whinny. She started playing with the bottom of her hoodie.

"If you are not naked in the next ten seconds I swear I'll ... " Mrs Johnson didn't finish the threat, she just watched Betsie leap into action. Soon Betsie's hoodie as over her head.

"10." Her T-Shirt followed.

"9 ... 8." She practically ripped the bra from her body.

"7." Jeans unbuttoned

"6." Jeans and panties around her calves.

"5 ... 4." Sneakers being kicked off.

"3." Hopping on her left leg trying to get her clothes off her right. "2."

'Shit,' thought Betsie and dropped to her ass and pointed her legs in the air. Hands on both sides of her jeans and panties.

"1." Betsie pushed her clothes as hard as she could and hoped that there would be a zero.

And she hoped she would be naked.

"0."