A mourning ritual

"I'm actually Jewish," Naomi began, "and when someone dies we tear our clothes. I just found out my grandfather passed away when I was on the plane. And my roommate gave the rest of my clothes away by mistake."

"You tear them all the way off?" the woman raised her eyebrow in suspicion.

"Uhhh... Beit Shammai...?" Naomi stammered with a blush, not wanting to be caught in a lie. "You've read the Book of Job, right?"

"Ohhh... well..." the RA's face fell, "you should have told me! I gotta go back to the hall..."

With that, the RA got up and left the room, leaving naked Naomi and Kelly sitting at the desk opposite the woman.

"Well," the woman sighed, "Miss Rosen, I take it we ought to have a retake of your photo. When is the soonest you'll be decent?"

"Ummm, I'll talk to you tomorrow," Naomi fidgeted a bit more.

"Perfect!" the woman sent the two girls on their way.

Naomi and Kelly walked side by side down the hall. Kelly looked at Naomi, and slapped her bare ass.

"Hey!" Naomi complained as the two exited the building and went on the quad.

"Oopsie!" Kelly shrugged and smiled.

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Eventually they got back to their room and Naomi noticed her suitcase on the floor by their desk. Unzipping the top, she put her hand in and sighed great relief when she felt clothes. Naomi swung the suitcase onto her top bunk and once again did a pull-up to get on the bed.