"My dear sweet angel."

“Carlotta,” the real Stacey says. Both girls are lying naked in the bed of their suburban home, cuddling each other. It’s a few days since they drove up to Waxford for the party, and now they’ve returned home. “I, uh… I have something a little embarrassing to share you with you.”

“Yes, my dear sweet angel Stacey?”

“I… may have a slight humiliation kink.”

“Me too,” says Carlotta, picking Stacey up. She carries the protesting blonde over to the front door of their house, throws her out naked onto the doorstep, locks the front door behind her and quickly runs around the house making sure all the other doors and windows are locked before Stacey can get to them.

It’s the middle of the day. There’s nowhere on the front lawn for Stacey to hide. A car drives past, and honks its horn.

“Carlotta!” Stacey bangs on the front door. She squirms, covering herself, presenting her bare butt to the street as an eighteen-year-old paperboy cycles past. “This isn’t what I meant!”

“Haha. It totally was.”