Clara makes it home

Clara panted as she jogged up the staircase in her apartment block.

After sprinting across the playing field, she found her breath long enough to ring the buzzer and ask a neighbour to let her in.

Keeping a firm grip on her boobs, she began to climb the cold, concrete stairs, knowledgeable about what steps can do to loose breasts.

She gulped when she heard voices and footsteps descending above her, but with no hiding places available, Clara had **** to carry on.

"M-merry Christmas..." Clara smiled weakly as the group of teenage boys appeared around the corner.

"Well this is an unexpected present!" one of them laughed. "I didn't know that you were a nudist, Clara!"

"It's...err...a long story..." the brunette mumbled, her face burning. She tried to squeeze past them, but they were blocking the stairwell.

"Excuse me!" she squeaked, as she **** her bare body between two of them, cringing at how their clothing brushed against her bare skin. She yelped as someone stamped on her bare foot, which caused her breasts to fall loose.

"Nice tits."

Someone snatched at her anatomy, digging their fingers painfully into her skin. Screaming, Clara slapped them hard across the face.

"Perverts!"

She wiped away her tears as she stumbled past them, laughter ringing in her ears, and aware she had flashed her buttocks at them.

"Miss Oswald! Put some clothes on!" came the admonishment from a neighbour a few storeys later.

By the time she reached her flat, she was out of breath and sweating heavily. Keeping one arm across her chest, she crouched down and retrieved the spare key, and quietly let herself inside.

"Clara?"

Her mother called out as she hurried through the flat and into her bedroom. Closing the door, she sat down on the bed and buried her face in her hands. Had the Doctor meant to humiliate her? Was that his parting gift to her? The last thing she'd remember about him; stripped naked in public, and exposed to people she knew?