Tights

"Perfect," Tim said. "I think she knows what's going on now, but doesn't have any idea what to do about it."

"What's next?"

"What about her tights?"

The same feeling washed around her again. Renee looked down. She could see that her legs were now bare. There went her tights. She was suddenly a little scared. She thought she knew what had happened beneath her skirt the first time, and, if she was right, there was now nothing under her skirt but her. She wondered how much further this was going to go. She also wondered who was doing it. And why.

The thought came to her, “At least I shaved this morning.” She told herself as if that was the least of her problems.

Was she going to lose any more clothes? If so, when?