Shelly sits down on the bed hard, shocked at what just happened. She's pretty sure that wasn't an accident. "Strip?....? What about my...." Shelly stammers, "my glasses? I can't see very well without them. Shouldn't I have some cloths first?....?" wondering exactly what she's gotten herself into, "I mean why? but? how?" Her face bright red once again, she stammers and stutters, not even able to form proper questions.