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I stood and nervously dusted myself off. For a place to make things clean, this floor was filthy. I afforded myself another half-moment to decompress before bending over and sticking my hand into my laundry. Two things happened near at once and neither was good. First, my hand came into contact with a warm, damp mass of fabric. I came remember that the washer being done and the dryer being done were two different things. I was a bit disappointed by that slip of the mind, but being clothed and damp was certainly leagues better than where I was right now. Withdrawing a few items of clothing, I decided that I would like to take a bit of time to hide and let my things dry on one of the units in the back. I didn't have that time, however.
"Oh my god, is that girl naked!?"
That was Jackie's voice, and I turned to see both of them with their eyes glued to my naked self. I was absently holding just two articles of clothing at about waist level, with everything exposed for them both. I felt myself turn a deep shade of red and stammered a bit, finally covering myself with my arms and not knowing where to go from here. I never thought someone would actually see me, I wasn't ready to deal with this. Looking down at the hand covering my breasts, I saw a damp pair of white panties and an wet orange tank top. I motioned back over the washer and Jackie stepped in front of the other woman, yelling,
"Get out of here, you pervert, I'm calling the police!"
