Fair to middling.

White light punctuated my sisters hand. Another damn 21! How was she capable of this!? Isn't blackjack supposed to be a fairly basic odds game? My thought was interrupted as the lights continued to grow. A car was coming. Ashley just gave me a stare that clearly said, don't you dare cover. All I could do was sit there while the lights grew, the approaching car slowed, and when it was finally passed, a loud honk let us know they appreciated my choice of attire this fine weekday morning. Fortunately the car did not stop. Perhaps more disconcertingly, it continued down our block and parked 2 houses from ours. I had officially flashed my first neighbor. Eight houses away a figure moved out of the car, waved in our direction, which I was courteous enough to return, and entered their house. That wasn't so bad, I thought. Just showing some skin to the townsfolk. Come and get it boys. Free for the leering, pale big tittied blonde special! Get'em while they're young! My mental moment collapsed when I noticed a light go on in Mr. Williams' house.

While I had been in my head, Ashley had packed up, and was on her phone. A mischievous grin crossed her face. "You won't believe who is newly divorced!" She declared. I saw the figure of a man moving around in the lit rooms of his house. I felt like I was reading her mind. "Your forfeit is to go see Mr. Williams, and ask him if he'd like a picture with you." I can't Imagine how red I must have turned, but I knew better than complain. Our family does not welch on a bet. "Ok Mr. Williams, I hope you are ready for these tits." I said to no-one as I stood up, and started making my way to the house.

The safety light turned on as I approached, nearly giving me a heart attack. I trudged forward realizing it was very likely that the number of people familiar with my intimates were likely to go from zero to one-hundred this evening. It was a time for resignation, not fear. I could hear my internal voice laugh when I thought, just maybe Ashley will slow down a bit.

*Ding-Dong*

All of the stoicism in the world doesn't prepare you to expose yourself to an old teacher at 3AM. My body trembled as I heard steps approach the front door. The porch-light turned on, and all movement paused while I assume he was checking the peephole. Could he already tell the nature of my wardrobe? Was he peeping my breasts already? After 20 seconds of silence I decided to make my own verbal breech. I didn't enjoy the idea of staying naked on this lit porch all night. "Mr. Williams? It's me. Emily. I had you for science like, 9 years ago. I lost a bet, so yes, I'm wearing what you think I'm wearing. I'm sorry, but would you like a picture of me?" I wish it had come out of my mouth as smoothly as it is written, but the truth is I sounded like the spoon of a late Parkinson's patient. Regardless, he must have obliged my offering, since the movement withing the house resumed with the latching of bolts and locks until the door cracked open. While light slowly passed across my body as the image of a 50 year old bespectacled man appeared in the entry way.

"Mr. Williams!" my sister nearly screeched. I hadn't heard her crawl up with me, but she was right behind me now, filming my reintroduction to Mr. Williams. I couldn't think of anything to say, so I just stood there with my knuckles white from holding my hands behind my back. "Mrs. Emily, is everything ok?" Asked a concerned man my fathers age. He kept in decent shape for a man in his 50s. "Yessir," I stuttered, "I lost a bet with Ashley. Hence, the outfit." Slowly the concern and worry on his face brandished into a smile. "Well you look wonderful Emily. You were one of my best students, but I can't help but feel surprised to see a prized pupil from a decade ago nude on my porch. How's College?" he asked. My eyes widened, and my flesh rouged. "I'm still in High School," I muttered. This time his eyes widened and I could see him reaching for the door. "I'm 18! It's fine! I'm a senior and graduate in like a few months!" I panicked. His face softened, and his door lost momentum. "Pardon", he said, "Would ya'll care to come in? I could get you some food, or some clothes." What a wonderful thought.