Martha, a senile old woman next door

"What's this? Who are you?" Croned a voice. Lauren turned, horrified. It was her neighbor Martha, an elderly cat lady known to be a little senile. Lauren gasped. She was being seen by her neighbor in nothing but panties and a thin tee shirt! She pulled down on the shirt, trying to her pink panties and pressing her knees together.

"Who are you?" The old woman asked, straining to see through her thick glasses. "Where are you supposed to be?"

"I... I... the exterminators kicked me out." Lauren stammered.

"Oh, you've got no where to go?" The old woman asked. "Well, why don't you come to my place? I just made some cookies and lemonade!"

"Yes!" Lauren agreed frantically. The longer she stood out here in her underwear, the more likely she was to be seen by more people. So, when Martha opened her door, Lauren scampered in on her bare feet.

"What's you name deary?" Martha asked.

"It's La..." Lauren stopped herself. It appeared Martha didn't recognize her. Best to remain anonomys, so this wouldn't come back to haunt her. "Lana."

"Lana! What a lovely name." Martha led her into her house. Ghastly pink wallpaper, smelling of cats, crotched cats all over the walls. How tacky, Lauren thought.

"Here, have a seat." She gestured to the dining room table. Lauren chose a chair with