"Nude" Versus "Naked"

"Zombie butt?" Lizzie found the idea funny.

But not chuckle out loud. Miss Vane there was having issues. Tammi didn't think it was funny. "I'm ordering a big sundae." She turned towards the owner of the cafe. "Give me your biggest sundae!" When he started making it, she looked away and mumbled "I can hide behind it."

"You'll gain weight. Then more of you will be nude."

"Naked! It's naked! " Tammi pounded the booth's table. "It's only being called "nude" because of the virus has made it politically correct! You're not allowed to call the disability a disability!"

"A disability is a disability if you allow it to be a disability." Lizzie said. being uplifting again.

"Oh, really? What's keeping you from being "nude"?" She pointed an accusing finger at her. "You don't have to have the virus, you know, to go around buck-fucking naked! A lot of women without it must be using the virus as an excuse to be exhibitionists!

"Let's see _you _taking off those clothes!" Tammi rose up to strip her herself, but that left her nakedness exposed. She plopped back down.

Lizzie had automatically clutched at the opening of her shirt.

"I know you! You're always volunteering to do good deeds! You support the disabled, don't you? Support me, - your best friend - and be naked, too!"

"But, But, ..." Lizzie was trying to think of the proper...response. "But I'm sensitive to cold." The seemed like the right answer to her! "The virus increases your temperature tolerances! You can stand the cold better than me. And the heat, too!"

She at last saw a positive to talk up. "That's an ability! You're not disabled!"

"Don't give me that! It's warm enough out today! Show me how being without clothes _isn't _a disability! Show me how I can live with my disability!" Her frustration burst out with, a melodramatic "I _need _to know!"