Theater is, mother nature isn't

It's about the middle of the afternoon before you decide to ride home. You prove quite the spectacle riding a bike in a tiny dress, but you ignore the jeers and whistles on the way home.

One thing you can't ignore, however, is the sun shower that strikes when you're roughly half way home. You didn't have the jacket fully zippered up due to the heat of the day, and your flimsy clothes are soon soaked through, so you don't bother zipping it up, letting the water run down your back, torso, and legs.

The rain doesn't let up, and you're a wet mess when you get home and run under the awning. Taking a moment to wipe your hair out of your eyes, you rummage through your purse for your keys.

Except you can't find them. You kneel on the step and empty your purse onto the cement step, and while you have everything else - your money, makeup, and various other trinkets that you keep around, along with your bra - there are no keys.

It's likely they got lost in the shuffle when you were stuffing your dress in and out of your purse. You're not that concerned about losing them - as the housekeys were the only thing you had on them, and it's less then likely whoever find them will be able to track them here - but more concerned about how you're going to get inside.

It's then you remember that your neighbors, the Clefts, have a spare house key. Taking some care to zip up your jacket, you quickly stride over, noticing that their driveway is empty - it's likely Mr. and or Mrs. Cleft are out at the moment.

Looking into the big picture window, you do see Tommy Cleft and a bunch of his friends in the living room, either watching TV or playing some video game. You're not sure. What you are sure of, is that you know exactly what tact you're going to take to get him to help, as you unzip your jacket again, with no need for modesty, and you walk up to the door and ring the door bell.

As the door opens, you....