Divine intervention

Vanessa kept leading the priest along; she initially kept her hands over her privates, but the priest took his hand off her back and instead held her left hand, leading her to simply use her right to gesture the directions. After a few blocks she began getting cold feet, but egged on by the priest who had the last of her clothes she led him to the wreck of her bicycle and the man and Karen talking to each other. The Karen noticed Vanessa in her natural glory followed close behind by the avuncular priest, and a wicked grin began forming on her face.

"What happened to the rest of your clothes, naked girl?" she cried out to Vanessa's chagrin. Vanessa looked back at the priest, who nodded, and then she bent her right knee to take the Karen's right hand into both her hands.

"You are absolutely correct to be angry," she looked the smirking Karen in the eyes, "I committed the sin of sloth by not fixing my bike, and endangering the lives of you and all the townsfolk."

"That you did..." the Karen smirked back.

"I am contrite for what I have done, and beg your forgiveness in my most primal and vulnerable state."

"Yeah, sure, I forgive you alright..." replied the Karen sarcastically, before once again calling Vanessa "naked girl!"

"Excuse me, miss," the priest butted in, "but I am aware that you are the reason this fine young lady is the way that she is."

Sure enough, Vanessa's shirt and shorts still lay on the sidewalk just a few meters from the two, and right next to her purse.

"Can you really blame me, father? Look at how good she looks naked, it's almost as if the universe wants her that way!" Vanessa, remembering the past months, cringed and blushed at this idea.

"I don't feel like you've fully forgiven this woman, my child; I still detect wrath in your voice, and you keep taunting her for wearing what God gave her. Might I remind you, that all of us are naked under our clothes?"

The Karen scoffed once more. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew her dress up to her shoulders, revealing her choice of plain white granny panties and lack of a bra. Her loose breasts and light brown nipples were bared for all to see. This continued for a solid thirty seconds before the Karen could get her dress down to cover her breasts, and another thirty before the wind died down and she could lower the bottom half and cover her panties.

"I consider that divine intervention against your sin of pride," the priest remarked dryly, "disrobe at once if you want to keep your communion." The Karen was a regular at the priest's church, where she was one of the main parishioners and nagged the others. Not wanting to lose face, she did as the priest commanded, slipping her dress up and panties down, and kicking off her flip-flops. Her untrimmed bush contrasted with Vanessa's own cleanly-shaven mound.

"Thank you, Diana," the priest continued, "now apologize to this girl, warmly and without a scintilla of malice."

"Oh," Diana started tearing up and kneeling, resting the side of her head on Vanessa's crotch and putting her arms up on the small of Vanessa's back. "I have been an absolute menace, to you and everyone else in my life. I have been conceited and spoiled, and made everyone's day worse off. And that includes berating you, my child," she sobbed and turned to look up at Vanessa's face, "making you all naked as I am now, and not absolving you of your sins. May the Lord cleanse me of my sin as I am cleansed of clothes!"

"Th- that's okay..." Vanessa stuttered, shocked at this turn of events and not knowing what to think about all of this.

"I think this has been a very beautiful moment," the priest continued, "how about you two pose together for a photograph?"

Before either woman could respond the man butted in with "I think that is a splendid idea, father!"

"Here, how about you two pat each other on the back, and give your best smiles and say 'cheese!'" Vanessa and Diana, knowing better than to argue, did as they were told and stood together for the priest to take pictures. "Wonderful, thank you. This will be a great addition to the church board and website. Diana, you may get dressed now." Diana's heart sank, but she did nothing but collect her dress, panties, and flip-flops from the sidewalk. Vanessa, feeling bad about the garden, turned to the man and went down on her right knee once more.

"Don't worry about it," the man preempted her. "The magnolia will grow back, it's a cut high enough. Your penitence has made my day as it is, godspeed to you!"

"Well, that concludes my business, I believe..." the priest turned to go while Vanessa got up and turned towards her shirt and shorts, only to find her purse; the gust of wind had apparently blown them away and out of her sight.

"Wait, father," she cried out and the priest turned around, "what about my underwear and shoes?"

"Trust me, my child," he responded, "you are more beautiful - and, indeed, more dignified - without them. Come around to the church this week for a new bicycle instead," before turning away to go for real.

In the long run, a new free bike was a good deal for Vanessa. In the short run, however, she was still absolutely butt naked in a public street, unlike Diana who was now fully clothed once again (but, at least, much nicer now). Thankful that the wind hadn't also taken her purse, she picked it up and draped it on her right shoulder as the only thing separating her from Eve.

Sighing, she started walking and called Riley to let her know of her plans. On the positive, she saw her sunglasses still on the sidewalk a few meters away and moved to grab them and pick them up. She was pleased to see that there was not a scratch on them, which made up for the fact that they would be the only things she was wearing. She put them on as she waited for Riley to answer the phone; hopefully she would find her clothes further down the street on her way, but wanted to tell Riley what to expect otherwise.