out of the locker room

"Are you crazy!?" Lauren objected. "I just won't go out there!"

"Oh Lauren, you're used the old way of doing things." Vicky shook her head, towering over Lauren. "Now? You don't have any say in the matter."

Without another word Vicky grasped Lauren's shoulder, spun her on her heel and began leading her to the door back into the restaurant. Lauren squealed objections and tried to dig in her bare heels, but Vicky calmly but firmly pulled her to the door, then pushed Lauren threw it.

Lauren stumbled into the restaurant. Heads snapped her way. Immediately a murmur started across the restaurant.

"Is that the same waitress?!"

"She's tiny!"

"And look at the shirt! Raisins!"

"What happened to her boobs!"

"Yeah, and where'd that beer belly come from?!"

Lauren's jaw dropped and her cheeks turned crimson as she became center of attention for all the wrong reasons.