Ashley's

"Before we do this crazy bet and turn our relationship from sisters to bitter enemies, I'd like a photo to commemorate our bond, here in the waffle hut!" She seemed genuinely happy as she jumped to my bench, squeezed in close, and snapped a few photos of us. Believe it or not I actually tried to smile. This isn't a photo i'd ever like to reproduce. Upon returning to her side of the booth, I saw her fiddle with the phone some more, followed by some characteristic dings. I imagine she sent the pics to someone, but with the hundreds of photos and videos that likely already existed of me at this point, their leaking would probably only be minuscule faster if I sent the images myself to my contact and email lists. A dead part of me knew my body was no longer private. A free part of me felt the same way joyously, and if I wasn't working on my 30th hour awake in a row at the moment, that part may have been stronger.

She propped her phone up on the condiment rack, and dealt.

I don't think it is any surprise to anyone when I say I didn't stand a chance. If I didn't bust, she seemed to blackjack. I was too angry to be scared or sad. I was indifferent to the eyes and cameras on my body which had likely risen to the hundreds. When the final cards were dealt and my last pennies evaporated, I still felt my stomach sink. My sister was going to have complete control over my wardrobe for the next 2 weeks, and in the foreseeable hour, clothing seemed unlikely.

"Good thing that outfit looks great on you sis, you're going to be wearing it a lot." Ashley said with an evil grin. She forked a piece of waffle, and began to eat, not bothering to cover herself. I sighed in resignation, and began eating my meal. Two sisters just having breakfast in the buff among amused onlookers. Nothing strange here folks. Read all about it here first folks, pictures last longer, be sure to catch me next week for more exciting adventures.

We finished eating, Ashley picked up her clothes and began dressing. I just stared at my empty plate while her exposed bits were slowly covered up. I was once again a lonely naked woman. Ashley walked to the register to pay for our meals, and I decided it was time to stand up. I walked past the leering patrons to stand next to my sister. "What's the damage?" She asked the waitress at the register. "Oh honey, that gentleman in the grey jacket paid for your meals already." I looked back, and an ancient man with grey hair, and jacket grinned as wide as he could with more enthusiasm than teeth. "Um, thanks.." I managed with a flash of my palm to simulate a wave.

"Wow, already getting free lunch! I'm telling you, a little skin goes a long way Em," Ashley beamed.

"I don't think any definition of 'A little skin' would fit my current situation." I replied.

"Quit being a sour puss. Nudity has been legalized for nearly a decade, and it's about time someone started taking advantage." Ashley said.

"Ashley, I'm going to ask nicely just this once. I'll follow through with our bet, but please don't get too carried away." The irony of the phrase was not lost on me. Things were already 1000 miles past carried away.

"I won't make you do anything I don't you can't handle. I promise." Ashley's reply felt genuine. That was the last thing I expected after the events of the last day.

"Thank you, that's all I ask. Let's go home, I need to get ready for school." I told her. A few more minutes and I was herded through the door of the restaurant. Ashley smiled like it was her wedding day, birthday, and she had won the lottery all at the same time. She had her arm crooked through my elbow as she led me down the sidewalk. The sun warmed my skin as the last of the morning dew air seemed to dry away and welcome the warmth of the day. At least the weather is nice.