Indecision grips the body-conscious beauty

Lauren lies there in the tub, unable to make up her mind as the men move more and more of her possessions out onto the yard.

She desperately wants to go out there, b-but then they'd see her! All of her! On several occasions she almost wills herself to get up and out of the tub, but then a loud crash, or one of the men laughing, or any other little thing will cause the increasingly timid woman to scurry back to the temporary safety of the tub like a frightened little mouse.

After another 30 minutes of indecision, the choice is finally made for her.

"Ok, that's everything," she hears her landlord say.

Lauren hears loud, stomping steps getting closer and closer to her as she just sits there, utterly paralyzed.

Her heart pounds in her flat chest, her knuckles turn white as she grips the edge of the tub, and her face is growing redder and redder by the moment.

The bathroom door bounces back open, causing Lauren to squeak in fright, despite her knowing it was coming.

"Get out," Alan says.

Lauren looks at him with big, doe-like eyes as she freezes in fear just like a deer in headlights.

"Get out, or we throw you out," Alan says as the two grinning workers peak in once more from the doorway.

"B-but..." Lauren says, her voice as tiny as she feels at the moment. "I... I don't have a towel."

The landlord roles his eyes and then grins. "Guess that means we're throwing you out!"