Maryanne gets no help

"You have to help me!" blurted out Maryanne.

"With what, you being naked?"

"Um..." Maryanne was at a loss.

"Look, you're obviously drunk, girly. I'm glad you loosened up a bit," said Tiffany. "Just calm down and if you love being naked like you say, then there's no problem. You are at home, right?"

"Yes," said Maryanne.

"So, just sober up. Call me tomorrow when you're over your hangover!"

Tifanny hung up.

Maryanne then robotically went to her room and gathered all of her pant suits. She then tried to stop, but could not as she walked completely naked out of her apartment with her pantsuts pressed to her body and began the three story walk down the stairs to the incinerator. She chose the stairs thinking more people would be taking the elevator.