“Then answer me slut.” “I’m yours sir. I’m your slut.” To her surprise her rubbed her naked belly softly “Good slut, now that wasn’t s... hard was it.” “No sir, can I have my next outfit now?” She practically begged as she looked up at the cabbie in embarrassment, and saw him continue to stare with that nasty grin. She cried as she was quickly met with three more hard slaps on her now reddening left tit. “No. You will be nude for as long as I want you to be nude. This is your problem slut. You. " I tried to say it in a way that gave the impression I didn't want to talk about it, and I must have done it right, because all I got in response was an "Oh, I see."It was too late in the day to call Darius Booker and let him know I was in town, and too early yet for dinner, but a shower felt very nice, followed by an hour in front of the television watching the early news.I had found an open package of disposable razors with three remaining, but saw no sign of shaving cream. I felt my chin. I heard Jen peeing; I needed to do the same thing. I headed to the bathroom, I would soon know if we were still friends or mortal enemies. I waited until I heard her washing her hands before I walked in. I went to the medicine chest and handed her a new tube of toothpaste, a new toothbrush and a travel bottle of mouthwash. I sat and peed while she freshened up and then I did the same. There was a double sink so we each had one. I noticed her in the mirror looking at her self. She had a nice. He felt...Nothing."Um..." Brad said, not knowing what to say. "You have a really nicebody. I was just admiring it." Uh, like thank you," Alexis said, as she pulled on her pajamas. "But,please. Yours is perfect."For a moment, Brad was at a loss for words. Then he said, "You'resweet." You're sweet? Why would Brad say something like that?The girls finished changing. Alexis left, and Brad was feeling he mightbe better off staying put. So he hopped on the bed, and turned on theTV. He was.