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MidReal Story
The Naked Neighbor
Scenario:A woman doing laundry accidentally gets locked out of her own house naked and has to either find a way back in or find some clothes without being seen
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Sarah Jennings
determined, and humorous. Sarah accidentally locks herself out of her house while doing laundry, leaving her naked. She tries to find a way back in or clothes without being seen by her neighbors. Her attempts lead to comedic mishaps and unexpected encounters with her neighbor, Mr. Thompson.
Mr. Thompson
observant, and discreet. Mr. Thompson notices Sarah's predicament but chooses not to intervene directly, instead offering subtle assistance by leaving his door open for her to retrieve clothes from his house.
Tommy Jenkins
playful, and supportive. Tommy helps Sarah by bringing her clothes from his house after she gets locked out naked.
I was doing laundry today.
Nothing unusual about that, but I was doing it naked.
Also, not unusual.
What is unusual is that I accidentally locked myself out of the house, NAKED, when I went to switch the laundry from the washing machine to the dryer.
So, here I am stood on my front porch, in nothing but my birthday suit, trying to figure out what to do.
Break a window and lock myself back in?
That seems extreme.
Try to find a way in through a door or window?
Also extreme, and I don't want to destroy my property.
Sit here and wait for my husband to come home?
That's just annoying, and he won't be home for another four hours.
Walk myself down the street looking for an open door?
That's just dangerous.
I could get picked up by a pervert or a cop.
Sit on my porch and wait for one of my neighbors to come out and notice me?
That's embarrassing, but less dangerous than door number four.
I guess I'll have to hope one of them comes out soon, as I'm getting chilly just sitting here.
I hear a car drive by and look up to see Mr. Thompson pulling into his driveway across the street.
Why didn't I think of that sooner?
He's home!
I stand up and walk to the side of my porch.
The only thing that separates me from the street is a large hydrangea bush.
It's big, but it's not full enough to hide my whole body.
I crouch down behind it, my bare skin tickling on the leaves.
I peer through the gaps in the foliage to see Mr. Thompson unloading his car.
He takes his time, methodically putting the paper bags in his arms before he closes the door and walks toward his front door.
My legs cramp from holding this awkward position, and I try to shift them to a better spot.
A cool breeze blows by, causing me to shiver and accidentally rustling the bush.
Mr. Thompson pauses mid-step, grocery bag in hand, and glances across the street in my direction.
I freeze, holding my breath and pressing myself closer to the scratchy branches.
He stands there for a second before slowly walking toward his front door again.
I watch him through the leaves of the bush, my eyes following him as he sets the grocery bags on his front porch.
I'm getting goosebumps from being naked, and the rough branches are scraping against my shoulders.
He fumbles with his keys in his hand, humming to himself as he tries to unlock his door.
Why is he taking so long?
I need to get his attention without alerting the whole neighborhood.
The sprinkler system kicks on, spraying water across the street and drenching my hiding spot.
I jerk backward, causing the bush to shake violently.