Not well.

I felt my stomach drop when I busted on my final pennies. A few hours ago a friendly game of blackjack left me naked on my front porch. I sat with my jaw agape while my delighted and bubbly sister packed up the cards and pennies. "This is a great look on you sis, you should be more confident about your body. Oh, that gives me a great idea for a forfeit. You are not allowed to cover up for the remainder of the game." "Fine!" I whisper- shouted, not wanting to attract undue attention, "but if it's such a great outfit, why don't you join me?" She giggled and just told me, "Maybe some other time."

She didn't give me any time to prepare before she grabbed my arm and lead me off of the porch. The cement under my bare feet, and the glow of the streetlights were surreal on my body. "Remember, no covering!" she beamed. I huffed in acceptance remembering to release my breasts. The only thing I could do to resist the urge was to hold my hands behind my back. I could only focus on the absurdity of what was happening. I doubt it was the healthiest strategy, but I watched my breasts jiggle as I walked, and listened to the slap of my bare feet. We passed a dozen houses before we reached the playground East of our home. It was small, consisting of just a dual swing set, a picnic table, and one of those doggy bag stations. I believe I had been lucky up to this point. Not a single neighbor or incidence of traffic had acknowledged my presence.

Ashley set the cards and pennies out on the table while I stood numbly at the entrance to the park. I was shaken out of my stupor by the flash of Ashley's phone camera. "This one is amazing. You can see Mr. Williams' house! Didn't he teach you 4th grade science? " "Yeah," I replied simply. "Ok, lets get moving, ready for another round?"