Breaking Point

Originally written by a former member at writing.com

Yuki shook her head. "Thanks, but I think I'll pass. See, I have this irrational fear of strange men with large guns carrying guns. It's nothing personal."

The man nodded thoughtfully. "Well alright. Come to think of it, I don't know how much my wife will like the idea of me bringing home a naked woman. She's kind of the jealous type." He turned to his dog. "Come on, Rusty. Let's go home."

The man and his dog walked off, leaving Yuki naked and alone by the tree, but still most definitely alive. She walked back to her friends, who, to their credit, had not run away when they saw the dog or the shotgun.

"Hey, you made it," Jane said cheerfully. "You did ring the doorbell, didn't you?"

"It counts!" Yuki snapped. "Don't you dare say that it didn't."

Jane paused. "Are you okay? You seem tense."

"I'm fine! Now let's just go ding two more doors so I can't get my clothes back and stop displaying myself for every slack jawed gawker and his grandmother!"

Jane met her glare. "You know what? I think that you are completely missing the point of this. This isn't about meeting the neighbors, it isn't even about giving us something to watch. This is about you! You never do anything fun unless you absolutely have to. Streaking through the neighborhood is supposed to be exciting, and getting you to come along is like taking you to the dentist! Well, Yuki, I'm going to make sure you have fun, even if it takes me all night!"

"All night? I--you--" Yuki tried to calm herself. She was almost done. Just two more houses, and she'd be free. Maybe if she convinced Jane that she was having fun, she might even get off early. But if she lost her temper now, it could ruin everything. But what Yuki really wanted to do right now was wring Jane's neck until her eyes popped out.